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Latvian by RahvuslaneSranan Tongo by JohnEuropean French by AimelyBrazilian Portuguese by IranyDanish by senZulu by QiniselaEmend by SumericusBrazilian Portuguese by fer22fFocurc by MerchGerman by IllukeBrazilian Portuguese by Chill FruitYucatec by AnaïsRomansch by Sascha BaerEsperanto by KimuraFarsi by AlethosHokkien by Rick ShawLatvian by Rahvuslane

Oh, this city! Songs and laurels
Her shame and beauty bear.
Again I went through it as in a dream
Spotted at night, when the fire burned.
Darkness saw signs placed on:
Please, please, here - the property that's worth it!
Dark face like a fairy tale beautiful,
Miss leaving, smiled - buy!
Proud soldiers marching stroke,
Laughing flute, bass and groaned;
Ragged kid, hiding at night,
Silently as the bat flew low.
White girl into consideration as a batter
Pair of heads, where the music sounds,
And as huge spider web
People I bump disappeared.

Ah, this city! Songs and laurels(lit. flowers)
Her shame and beaty cover her(lit. of her cover her, thats how sranan works :p)
Again, I went throught that as in a dream
In the multicolored night, when fires burned
In the darkness, I saw shiny masks(masks lit. Cover of face)
Please please, here - this property - what worth?
In the darkness, faces like in beautiful fairytales(workaround word, sranan doesn't have fairytales, lit. Fable)
Passing by, smiling - Buy!!!
Proud soldiers march tactfully(Sranan doesn't have a word for tactfully, so easily was used in place)
Smiling flutes, and groaning bass
A Tattered kid, hiding in the night,
Quietly flying like a small bat
A white girl handles matters like dough
over heads, where music sounds(lit. plays, had to work around again)
and like in a huge spider web
People in the swirl(eddy) disappeared from me(Kisi futu is an idiom when something disappears)

Ah, this city! The song of flowers,
Shame and its beauty cover it.
Again I went through it like I was in a dream
Of the multicolored night, when the fires burned.
In the darkness, I saw shiny masks.
"Please, please!"
"These goods here, how much are they worth?"
In the darkness, the faces like in a beautiful fairy tale
Walk by, smile, and buy!
The proud soldiers walk easily
The flutes smile, the basses groan.
A tattered child hiding in the night
Flies softly like a bat;
A girl in white handles it like dough.
Overhead, the songs play
Like in the big nest of the spider;
The people of the eddies disappear.

Ah, this city ! The song of the flowers,
The shame and the beauty covers.
Again I crossed it like I was in a dream
From the multicolored night, when the flames burn
In the darkness, I saw from the shiny masks.
« Please, Please!
Here are these goods, how much are these worth? »
In the darkness, the faces like a beautiful fairy tale
Take a walk,/Walk, smile and buy!
The proud soldiers easily march.
The flutes smile, the basses moan.
A child dressed in rags, hiding in the night,
Flies smoothly like a young bat;
A girl in white manipulates him like dough.
Above the songs play
Like in a spider web;
The people from the whirlpools.

Ah, that city!
The flower’s song covers over the shame and the beauty.
Again I have crossed, as if I was in a dream
In the multicolored night while the flames burn.
In the darkness, I saw splendid masks.
“These wares here, can you be so kind to tell me
How much they cost?”
The faces, like a fairy’s beautiful story,
Walk, smile, and buy in the darkness.
The proud soldiers march on.
The flutes smile, the bass guitars moan.
A child, wearing rags, as if they are hiding themselves in the night,
Flies smoothly like a young bat.
A girl in white, that moves herself like dough;
Overhead, notes are being played,
Like in a spiderweb.
The whirls of people disappear.

Ah, this city!
The flowers' song covers up the shame and the beauty.
Again I have crossed, as if I was in a dream
In the multicolored night while the flames burn.
In the darkness I saw splendid masks.
"These wares here, can you be so kind to tell me
How much they cost?"
The faces, like a fairy's beautiful story,
Go, smile, and buy in the darkness!
The proud soldiers march onward.
The flutes smile, the bass guitars groan.
A child, wearing rags as if they hide him in the night,
Flies smoothly like a young bat.
A girl in white, who moves like dough;
Overhead the notes were played,
Like in a spiderweb;
The swirl of people disappears.

Ah, this city!
With beauty, music and flowers cover up the bad things.
I cross, like a dream.
At night, Colorful flames are burning.
In the darkness, a beautiful mask is seen.
“This thing, how much does it cost?”
A person, like a beautiful story with a goblin
Goes, smiles, gives the money in the darkness!
Soldiers march very well.
A child, wearing clothes- the clothes mask the night.
Flying well, like a bat.
A girl’s white clothes, moving like dough,
Above the music,
Like spiderwebs;
Turn and disappear.

Ah, this city!
Music and flowers, beautifully cover the ruin.
I cross, like I cross in dreams.
Fire, that colorful, heats up against the night.
In the darkness, beautiful is seeing through the mask.
This thing, how much does it cost?
Beautiful is the person that is like a globin book.
In the dark, go smiling and acquiring!
Soldiers move fast.
Cries the reed flute and the guitar.
The child wears clothing that is invisible in the dark,
Flies well, like a little bat.
The girl's white clothing moves like dough;
Music's notes above everything,
Like a spider web;
Turn and dissapear.

oh, this city!
The old buildings cover the music and the flowers.
I cross, like I cross a dream.
Fire, this colourful one, it makes it hot before the night.
At the darkness, it is beautiful to see through the masks
Is this it's wealth?
The people who resemble a goblin book are beautiful
Go smiling and asking in the darkness.
The soldiers run with speed.
They cry with the flute of the guitars.
The children wear invisible clothes at the darkness.
I fly well, with a little bat.
The girl's clothes move with the bread's dough.
With a web.
It turns and, disapear!

The old buildings hide music in flowers.
I am passing by as if in a dream.
Fire, the colorful one, is creating heat before the twilight.
In this darkness, it is beautiful to see through the masks.
Is this its treasure?
The people are again resembling fairy-tale books.
Go smiling in contemplation in this darkness.
The soldiers run with speed in it.
The fruit of the guitar cries with it.
These children are wearing invisible clothes in this darkness
I am moving adeptly among small bats
The girls' white clothes are moving with the bread's dough
Like a net;
It is spiraling in -- disapear!

The old buildings hide music in flowers;
I pass by them as if I were on a dream.
The brilliant fire warms the twilight, and sees through pretty masks.
Is that the treasure?
The people once again resemble fairy-tales,
smiling, they go contemplate in the darkness.
Where the soldiers run fast, the fruit of the guitar shouts,
and I adeptly move with small bats.
The girls' clothes go with breads' doughs, like a net.
It arrives spiraling, disappearing!

the old buildings hide music in the flowers;
I pass through them as though I were in a dream.
The shining fire heats the twilight, and you see through beautiful masks.
Is this the treasure?
The people again look like fairy tales,
smiling, they will contemplate in the darkness.
Where the soldiers run fast, the fruit of the guitar calls,
the children carry invisible clothes
and I move adeptly with small bats.
The girls’ clothes go like bread dough
like a net;
He arrives spiraling, disappearing!

Music hides by the old house in the flowers;
I pass through them as if I was inside a dream.
The shining fire heats the dusk,
and you see through beautiful masks.
Is this the treasure?
Again the old people smiling at fairy tales will contemplate in the darkness.
Wherever the soldiers run, they call the guitar's eye.
Children carry invisible clothes and I go very well with small bats.
The girls' clothes go like the bread's bread, so like a net;
it comes, it turns, it disappears!

The music hides near the old house in the flowers;
I see it as if I was in a dream.
Fire shining heat in the dusk,
and you see it through beautiful masks.
Is this treasure?
The old ones still smiling, yet the time for thinking about fairy tales is over.
Wherever soldiers run, they call the eye of the guitar.
Children wear invisible clothes and I see small bats well.
The clothes of the girls go like bread of bread, so like a net;
They go, they go turning, they disappear.

The music hides next to the worn out house amidst the flowers;
I see as if I were dreaming.
Fire, to radiate heat in the dusk,
and you see it through exquisite masks.
Is this treasure?
The old smiles, but the hour for indulging in fables is over.
Wherever soldiers run, they call on the eye of the guitar.
Children wear invisible clothes and I see small bats.
The girls’ clothes move like the breadiest bread, like netting,
they go, they turn away, they disappear.

It is as if I saw it in a dream,
music hiding inside the flowers in an old house.
I saw it through an exotic mask,
a fire burning in the evening.
Is this a treasure?
The ancestors are all laughing, but the time for dreaming is already over.
Whenever the soldiers are running, the eye still plays the guitar.
The child wears invisible clothes, I see little bats.
The girl's clothes look like breads and nets.
They left, the turned around, they disappeared.

I saw in a dream
the music, that surrounded the flower pot next to the old house
I see a child's foreign body
Is this the treasure?
All ancestors are laughing, but the time to sleep, and the dream is over.
No matter where soldiers run, the eye is still playing guitar
Children wear invisible clothes, I see small bats
The girl's clothes - white as snow
She runs, turns and disappears.