Oh life!
Life is unfair;
What a shipwreck!
Travelling along the coast of Africa;
Acid, aid!
With the works of nature;
sear, hear dear!
With your love in my mind,
And, with the strong winds before my eyes.
True love! !
So nice and beautiful to welcome you;
To my home,
So, come in my sweet one!
Sailing along with the bearings of love.
This land knows its own,
And, this work knows your heart;
But, i am still on the way,
On the high sea! ! !
On my journey,
With this dream of love in my heart.
On the shoreline,
Of the Atlantic Ocean;
On board with your love in my mind,
Heading towards Morocco! !
To meet you at, 'Number 10 Rue Boutaleb'.
What a shipwreck!
Life is not fair at times;
Holding on the high seas,
On the high seas of love.
Artistic land! !
To expect in your august visitor;
Still sailing in the name of love to meet you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life on earth starts, when your journey of 280 days ends in a shiopwreck!