With the muse of your love;
In the village,
In the town,
In the city,
In the country! !
In the land of your muse.
The big land!
With the muse of an eagle;
The big hole!
With all eyes on you;
But, the eagle was flying up high above you.
Life!
Its intuitive;
Love!
Its intuitive;
Bar, sidebar!
But today, you are as sick as the parrot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem