Buds, Oh Buds!

Buds, oh silent flower buds!

my love, she is sleeping,

bloom in the morning.

If you, golden buds 

bloom in the night,

soft sound may come;

and my love, if she wakes up

my heart may not tolerate.

Buds, oh silent flower buds!

my love, he is sleeping,

so bloom in the morning.

If you, golden buds 

bloom in the night

soft sound may come;

and my love, if he wakes up

my heart may not tolerate.

If you present a flower,

I'll keep it near my heart.

If those flowers dry,

I safely save them all in the locker.

In the night,

I'll come to the garden of your house,

leaving the flower I'll steal the thorns.

If you say yes,

I'll bloom as a flower in your shirt.

I'll gather the air she exhales,

and the remnant tea in her cup

I'll say it's the holy water. 

On the sands of the sea,

I'll write our names and see.

If the waves wash away that,

and I see whether I can kill it.

Seeing the sweating on your forehead,

I think of hiding you from the sun.

Buds, oh silent flower buds!

my love, he is sleeping,

so, bloom in the morning.

If you, golden buds 

bloom in the night

soft sound may come;

and my love, if he wakes up

my heart may not tolerate.

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