Sitting on a chair and stretching my nails
I look at the lines of the peas
If peas are my heart
Beans are the men who left me
All is seen in the bottom of the stew
If I boil it, it will lose the shape
Soon will be ready
For you, Chinese soup
Tonight's soup is Chinese soup
When I wait for your slow homecoming
I chop the onions finely
If I start crying
You'll notice a little
All is seen in the bottom of the stew
If I boil it, it will lose the shape
Soon will be ready
For you, Chinese soup
Tonight's soup is Chinese soup
For you, Chinese soup
Tonight's soup is Chinese soup