The tree of Bahirdar

When I sit alone in the street corners  

The people of Bahirdar watch  

With their encouraging eyes  

I smoke like usual with Gangster style 

I walk like a Gang boosting like a deal  

Like a City guy with nice mood cool  

My Amhara blood shining standing still  

In the squares of Bahirdar in the Church or Mall  

As I spend my time alone watching the beautiful girl 

The tree of Bahirdar grows within me for all  

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