Durian, durian
Give me one if you can?
The wheel-barrow of many
You make the durian addicts
Crying loud in the brain
The harvest may be good
The strong wind crying softly in the night
The wavering touches through the trees
The next morning the durians on the scene
The owner will smile money in the pockets
Once I slept over night
In an orchard for the durians
But I didn't find any
There was no wind to shake it down
It was a long night of waiting
On the way back
There was a durian by the side road
So I got a consolation prize
A free durian for me to pick
I looked around nobody was around
Durian durian
The wheel-barrow of many
Sell in the internet or the market
It's the way of life; the economy in the mind
The owner will smile money in the pockets
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