If you think you know,
You never feel the coldness of the snow,
If you think you sparks your glitters,
You never even shed a mountain of tears.
Beyond the friendship I offer,
I was carried out of the subtle of your laughter,
With assurance of your a geniune scepter
The poisonous fangs of being a blackmailer!
Wow! , beyond that angel clothing.,
A demure movement of everything,
There a black magic of her sting,
Killing me entirely throughout spring.
Friends around are St. Micheal,
Protecting me from your kissing kill,
Jealousy is the root of all evil,
Yet I am alive living in great sails!
How pity the words of power,
Made from the magic of bribery,
The more you strive the more your down there,
The momentum of your TREACHERY
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I would like to translate this poem
if you just have faith you will never be afraid of everything because you know someone is watching.