When the sun supersedes the twilight,
flocks of crows would also fly towards their nests.
It makes me miss the fields sadly indeed.
Till now I'm probably still hoping,
when will I return home?
When in the city,
my heart aims only of wanting to be famous,
with hope of wanting to become a star.
Difficulties would be endured with bowed head.
Before leaving home, friends, they remarked,
Made me feel ashamed.
Before leaving home, friends,
they remarked making me sad in my bosom.
"Going to be a singer, letting others exploit"
That hurts in my bosom, and had not vanish.
If ain't dominant, ain't famous,
I will not turn around and go back.
Every day and night, I slept crying,
when will I be lucky?
When the sun supersedes the twilight,
I will return home when I have fame.
Whether difficult or poor,
I will endure it all to the utmost.
This country singer,
will soothe the sisters and brothers,
and the music fans.
Before leaving home, friends,
they remarked making me sad in my bosom.
"Going to be a singer, letting others exploit"
That hurts in my bosom, and had not vanish.
If ain't dominant, ain't famous,
I will not turn around and go back.
Every day and night, I slept crying,
when will I be lucky?
When the sun supersedes the twilight,
I will return home when I have fame.
Whether difficult or poor,
I will endure it all to the utmost.
This country singer,
will soothe the sisters and brothers,
and the music fans.
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