កេសា

The sand grave is covered with water, the water flows gently, you are beautiful, smiling and blooming with flowers. We bathe together, our bodies are ready to be bathed, our shoulders are smooth and soft.

Smile at the hair

Take the hair under the tree_Listen to the music of life

Pillow, pillow embroidered by a woman's hand

Thank you for the last one, my heart is touched_hands reach out to pick flowers, and I will go to the battlefield.

(Male) What kind of flower is this? It blooms in this garden, like a jasmine flower, as if it were not meant to be. It is beautiful, fragrant, and fragrant. It blooms near the road where the rice fields are scattered.

I miss the beauty of Vong Phektra_I miss the beauty of Phunuang Kesa, who used to cover my thighs_The bite marks on my thighs_I miss the heart of a young girl_I miss her without a memory

I miss the beauty of Vong Pheaktra_I miss the beauty of Phunuang Kesa who used to cover my thighs_The bite marks on my thighs_I miss the heart of a young girl_I miss her without a memory

Oh! The night is quiet, the wind is gentle, and at midnight I lie on my pillow, my right hand holding the three pillars of my body, my left hand holding the small stone.

The wind touches the hair

Oh Kesar Oun smells like a flower, wants to be close, wants to take care

The face is like that.