A daughter of the Mother Nature
Bohemia, where do you lay
Bohemia, take me away
It's time to leave
With the sun
Before it's long gone
Bohemia, it's time to go
It's time to go
With the gypsies
And the Greek Gods from the Oddissey
Behemia, the circus is here
Pierrot wouldn't cry, Pierrot wouldn't fear
If you could only agree
Behemia, it's time to go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Flavia, you really have a lot of talent and a unique poetic vision. Keep writing!