On this forgotten road of solace,
With every step I make,
My affliction cries out to me:
“What does it have to take? ”
Oh, what does it have to take?
To escape this blue boulevard,
A sanctuary for solemn souls,
From where their heart’s discard…
Oh, what does it have to take?
To find my one true only,
To heal these bleeding wounds,
My longing heart, so lonely!
Oh, what does it have to take?
To have someone dearly to love?
To embrace her in my arms,
Thus catching that subtle dove…
My shadow’s all that walks beside me,
But you’d think otherwise:
That I didn’t walk alone?
Oh, I began to realize!
Now I know what it has to take!
To seek for that everlasting bliss
And to clear my sight obscured,
Oh my dear! I shall tell you this! :
That on the forgotten road of solace,
My blindness wrought all the wrong!
Oh my beloved you’d help me see
That you were right beside me, all along…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
again, i smell fish. and rat