They taste a little bitter,
The memories of those cold winter.
The falling snows from far.
Above lies the sky dark.
Kill me i cry! ! !
Bloody heart is dry.
Oh! I saw the ashes falling on my arms.
Its from those dried farms.
My body is in flame
My soul getting withered
Here ends my life
Killed by the knife
Thirst for the lust in him
I was betrayed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem