Beers, bee, be, beer, see, seer!
You are called Beers in the land of your muse;
But, with the hope of helping others.
Of the Palm Tree! !
In your garden;
The garden of sweet love,
With the mystics of its surroundings.
Colourful hands!
Colourful minds;
And, with the muse of the night! !
But, to climb up to the top.
Wake, make!
Historical;
Tutorial,
Having the layout.
Colours, ours!
Love is the key and, life is the way;
Living up with the muse of joy! !
In the land of your sweet love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem