A tomboy shes curly and brisk
A bright butterfly as in summer.
The meaningless words from her lips
Are full of a genuine glamour.

You can be her king for a day
She cant bear the shackles of habits.
Shell slip out at once as a snake
Take wing and be off as a parrot.

The innocent brow of hers
Conceals now joy now sorrow.
Her eyes are the bright sky bove earth
Her souls dark like the sea water!

Now all in her breathes the truth
Now shes a deceitful pretender!
You cant understand her in sooth
She cant help being high in your favour.

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translation by Andrew Alexandre Owie