Oh, but it's hard to hide love
Song
1. Alas, it's hard to hide love,
To pick a blue violet from among thorns.
Because the thorn pricks my hand,
Love squeezes my heart.
2. Alas, my baby asked me to marry her,
But my mother didn't agree.
Give me, mother, to whomever you want, I don't mind,
I only feel sorry for my old lover.
To pick a blue violet from among thorns.
Because the thorn pricks my hand,
Love squeezes my heart.
2. Alas, my baby asked me to marry her,
But my mother didn't agree.
Give me, mother, to whomever you want, I don't mind,
I only feel sorry for my old lover.