Phule phule dhole dhole
A touch of sweetness.. in the breeze.. that
Softly swings.. blossoms.. today..
A winding stream that gently gurgles..
In its happy course.. at play.
The cuckoo sings.. in trees.. and gardens..
a cuhoo cuhoo cuhoo.. lay..
I lost my heart .. I don't know why
I'm absolutely cast away..
**an attempt for English ballad rendition..
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