the guy that sells the cigarette
doesn't smoke
the man who rides a camel
doesn't joke
the truth that befalls us
illuminates us
reminds us there's another day
someday you shall have your say
but it will not be long
until you realize that you will be gone
the time is a measurement of night and day
you know the year
and you wait for your month
someday you will have your say
there could be some sunshine
and you could make some hay
you know you have something
but, will you be able to
retain it for long?
this is a song dedicated to your good times
your hanging off a cliff
holding onto a rope
Im trying to find a girl friend
so that she could see
that we are meant to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem