Blackbird sadness

Dry rice fields, killed the odd flute fly the sky you cry Appeal ơi O

ơi alas you please ơi

Your heart away from the river that few stars are still not back to this sad heart dry the rain on the night hungry.

Now, Flute Rice green old son returned from member

Blackbird fly alone alas mates call ơi

What Where to missing calls because the calls are not full to the quietly forget the grief tenh.

Every afternoon trade blackbird who flew over the river in search

Then the flute helpless feeling helpless sympathy

Also look forward other milling away the flock together again find

Why then not go back over the bridge ..... ơi

I cry singing old folk billion every sentence bridge

I cry for the old folk song questions with sorrow

That few people crossing the bridge back to the people ơi

Few people on the bridge would also be a dear.

Tomorrow we go away from this song, please send questions for anyone

Tomorrow we go away from this song, please send questions for anyone

Tomorrow we go away from this question would sing back to him ...