When I was young,
as young as her strong beating heart.
Deep in the woods,
by the Lake, I met this beautiful girl.
She smelled of ferns and green moss,
deep was this lake it was clear.
We were where everything,
that was bad, goes good when it should.
Passed on to only I if and if all the world,
to be with me, the only person at my side.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem