The beauty of the sunset,
at the ending of the day.
With a glass and wine.
I think, I Drink, I Drink...
Lonely are the night & days.
That brings tears in so many ways.
Everything what fine I forgot and,
I think, I Drink, I Drink...
Replace the stream flowing Pain,
long want to see you again.
Became a Stranger to myself,
I think, I Drink, I Drink...
Empty, I thought I had forgot.
From the growing of recent past,
life that grows within me; hell,
I think, I Drink, I Drink...
Heart, feel of pain of love I creat,
Now, I am agree the Death.
Ended my life with a Drink.
I think, I Drink, I Drink........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well, what to say.. this is fascinating.