Not too far from the distant hills
My song is been heard and sang
what a lullaby, what a serenade
they dance for me; ballet
they move, they subserve
they even tell stories
to gabber it all: they know my name
what a lullaby, so serene
my birthday like falling embers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sorry I'm late.. happy birthday.. ;) blessings
Thank you Fabrizio.....