(chorus)
Don`t take my love away.
I`ll lose all my colors.
Don`t put your black sway.
I fear though nothing can blind stars.
Keep off your iron hands- -
They may shower burning sands.
Swear in your chosen words
Railing my love as feeble parts.
Aren`t you afraid of losing your dear treasure?
If you have any such that`s way far any measure?
Even the soldiers however brave
In the frontier before the bullets-rain
Harken the death-knell and fear the grave.
Don`t take my love away.
I`ll lose all my colors.
A true one is so rare and dear
gained by a great chance or a pious prayer
made so ritually year after year....
The Earth is so lovely place
With her love and world of romance!
It`ll turn into the goblin Pluto
If we ever part our ways.
Just don`t take my love away.
I`ll lose all my colors.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem