The girl, my own, is from the poor villageBut in the world there is no other such beautyAman, aman, aman, amanI climb stairs, I climb stairsTo see her two eyes that lit me on fireAh, that lit me on fireMusicThe girl, my own, is looked after by manyBut in the world there is no other such beautyAman, aman, aman, amanI climb stairs, I climb stairsTo see her two eyes that lit me on fireAh, that lit me on fireMusicMusicThe girl, my own, is looked after by manyBut in the world there is no other such beautyAman, aman, aman, aman, amanI climb stairs, I climb stairsTo see her two eyes that lit me on fireAh, that lit me on fireThe girl, my own, is looked after by manyBut in the world there is no other such beautyAman, aman, aman, aman, aman