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Come on, on the tree.

Oh, my tree!

Flying from a tree, cutting through the roof of a house

From the palm tree, silk sarongs are made.

The shade of Wat Phnom, I cry for myself

The shadow of the sun is soft and low

Spreading across the sky, resting on the palm tree

Chrey Bak Svay Tong, please hold on to the veil_Don't let go, forget your picture

All the memories of my love and the blossoms of the riverbank, I used to come and ask for love.

Kampong Speu River, I hear you crying, oh _ At midnight, the heavy rain is pouring down, looking for your husband, oh _ The Prek Thnaot Dam is filled with incense sticks, _ I do not draw the world, I am afraid of the consequences, oh