Oh, yes! my dear friend, Oh, Ya!
I'm very Spoiled - just Like A Star!
I Spoiled the Lies into the dust
and after me it like a chimney runs!
Its whistle buzzes, cursing world
I'm the only of her kin - she moans!
We're relatives-I know it myself,
Without me, shame on her and disgrace!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem