The birds are singing but i still cry,
the wind is blowing and there are clouds in the sky.
The silence is coming, the rain is near,
the world is ending because of one tear.
The pain is sharp, the sun is bright,
my promise to you was i wont fight.
The end has come my time is through,
when all i wanted was to be there with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem