The talking swallow whispers to me in the language of the swallow
Purr, purr, purr, purr, purr
The flying swallow talks to me with its soaring wings
Purr ~ ~ talk to me. Purr ~ ~ talk to me
The flying swallow talks with me in ascending language
The swallow said she was flying high
It's very high and far away. Hello
But I always look back to my hometown
You can always see a mud grass nest
Standing alone in the middle of the fork of the tree
The swallow said that her mother feeds her for the warm nest
From the street to the grass grain of mud
Build the mud wall cottage with the corner of your mouth
Drops of sweat covered the feathers
She said that no matter how high or how far I fly
You can see the nest
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