But someday
when autumn´s brush
paints the trees...
I´ll remember my bared roots
clamb in the ground
and the wind
in my leaves
falling through your colors
you painted with a sound -
a sound so tumbling my soul
my heart and my realm
where we shall live free
and paint the next dream
built on another ground
colored with roots
in the sky
to sing you about
freedom
and the answer why.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem