LYRICS

Now it is night, the stars slept outside,
farmers in his home resting.
I in a strange house no sleep,
my soul is heavy and bitter.

and it happens I hear native speech,
hot tears to invade.
For here among foreign and far,
is kind word even to hear.

Chorus
Letter writing you mothers without address,
it I rinse my complaint.
I’m here no homeless today,
cursed is deserted profit.

With soul fly home,
even kiss the air on the way.
What is to be understood here is suffering,
cursed is deserted profit.

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one hope is Thai in me, keeps me
rights and gives me strength.
will return home someday,
and poor there, and still be happy.

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