Whistle on a leaf
When my heart sings like a bird
The sunshine opens my eyes;
My little girl brightens my mind,
Like a spring bud blossoms in the sky,
Then the melody of the spring
From the lips spread crystal and light,
When I was a little boy,
I used to sit on the back of a buffalo,
Bending a leaf to a trumpet,
To whistle as a Cupid.
As I grew up,
I began to realize
Each leaf has a unique tone,
As each love has its own.
To whistle on a leaf
Let the voice come out of your heart,
As the wind across the mountain wander,
The pure spirit sings out of the voice of the nature.
When my heart sings like a bird
The sunshine opens my eyes;
My little girl brightens my mind,
Like a spring bud blossoms in the sky,
Then the melody of the spring
From the lips spread crystal and light,
When I was a little boy,
I used to sit on the back of a buffalo,
Bending a leaf to a trumpet,
To whistle as a Cupid.
As I grew up,
I began to realize
Each leaf has a unique tone,
As each love has its own.
To whistle on a leaf
Let the voice come out of your heart,
As the wind across the mountain wander,
The pure spirit sings out of the voice of the nature.