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A song that I love

Lemo Rai, traditional



Husi knua, lao to’o vila
Oan kiak halerik beibeik 
Walking from the village to the city The orphan always walks alone.
Husi foho lao to’o tasi 
Oan kiak harohan nafatin. 
Walking from the mountains to the shore The orphan is always praying.
O keta tau todan ba ema seluk 
O keta sura O nia kole 
Don’t put the burden on someone else Don’t recount your exhaustion.
Hametin O nia ain tuban 
Lao haksolok hananu nafatin
Strengthen your heels Walk happy, sing always.

Lemo, lemo rai 
Lao lemo rai
Sura loron sura kalan 
Wandering, wandering, wandering the earth Numbering the days and nights
Oinsaa susar nee bele hotu
How will these troubles come to an end?
 
Tan sa O tanis beibeik 
Tan sa O halerik beibeik 
Why do you weep always?
Why do you wail continually?
Hamaran O nia matan been 
Oinsa susar nee bele hotu.
Dry your tears
No matter how difficult, these troubles will come to an end.
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