Black and black,
I love all that are black.
But I am not to hate white,
White the creator of black.
White and white,
I love all that are white.
All that are white
Are with all might.
Might is right,
And it is reddish.
Short or long - no matter,
But you are my dearest dear.
My dearest dear, come on,
I am copper-colored.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem