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Oh, the tide is coming!

Silent night, the wind blows gently, O night, which brings sorrow!

The night is cold, the wind blows gently, the fragrance of flowers, the scent of flowers, the scent of women, the love life, the desire of all nations.

Wind

Oh, my mother, the wind is blowing, the clouds are coming, my soul is waiting for Mom

On the back of the mountain, the wind, the mountain, the breeze

Wind blowing

It swings

It swings

Now hug the young girl excitedly

Night breeze

The wind blows, the sound of a gentle breeze is heard.

The wind blows gently, the sound of the birds chirping softly_May you be healed, Oara

I send you a song, a gentle song, a soothing melody, a healing song_May the song heal your sorrows

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.

Breeze

Night, cold night, the wind blows