I want to be a lamb.
Stay with her.
I wish she had a thin whip.
Keep hitting me gently.
In the words of the landlord, the feelings are far apart.
In that distant place
In that distant place
There is a good girl.
People passed by her counting room.
Look back with nostalgia.
Her pink smiling face
Like the red sun.
Her lively and moving eyes
Like a bright moon at night
(intermittent)
I am willing to give up my property.
Go herding sheep with her.
Look at her pink smiling face every day
Beautiful clothes in Phnom Penh
I want to be a lamb.
Stay with her.
I wish she had a thin whip.
Keep hitting me gently.