Here I am again sleepless under the moon in my
goan.
Only the sad love songs feel the room with the sweet sound
of a warm melody.
I sure cried tonight for the world I borrowed thier tears.
Laughing I resume to cut picture's out of a frame.
Thank god for this merlo because it sure does
ease the pain.
I thought my glass was just full back to the cellar.
As I trace my tears like footsteps in the sand.
Then lonely woman by connie smith come on.
I never walk out of the cellar the truth will lie here
untill the morning.
While me myself and I try to leave another life behind.
With the influence of this.
Goodnight wine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem