O'God, this parrot doesn't stop blathering! and this really contaminates the peace of my ears
It's like a gale that disrupts the quiescent where I am in my residence
Oh my goodness, the parrot's repeated words really make me queasy, trying to get involved in my affairs endlessly
O'God looks at them with envious faces looking at me, sometimes neatly wrapped in flattery
This parrot is a natural assassin, slayer of my confidence, slayer of my peace of mind
Oh, my head is full of inquiries;
Oh, tell me, my parrot, ere the demon inside of me wakes up
Look even though I...