Who was I fooling,
I still had your name burned in my heart,
When my lips were lying,
you still seemed to know my every thought,
every night falls like a reflection,
of the debt of love I owe,
In dreams your arms are stretched towards me
Longing to fall in them is me
For me never to be harmed again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem