| Rain, rain, it's raining, hey Give me your hand; I'm eager to see you, hey You are the flower of my garden, you are the light of my life It's the first night of the spring and it's cultivating time You are the flower of my garden, you are the light of my life Heeeeeeey! Oh, how much pain! How much anguish! How much toil and hardship, hey! Oh, heavens! My poor mother works her fingers to the bone Beginning of summer, it's time to harvest peas Oh my mother, mother, poor mother Your hard work starts from the beginning of spring My poor mother, open your heart Your lips are like a dry, cracked clay And your face has aged of the hardships of life Oh my mother, mother, poor mother Your hard work starts from the beginning of spring
Credits Song: Luri folk song Artist: Rastak Ensemble Text & translation: Fantasy on lyricstranslate.com Music video: Courtesy of amoobooghi
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