Je pleure
During all the times
When things
Started to bother me
Je pleure
When the sky was dark
And the rain was falling
Je pleure
When my heart had
Been stubbed with many knives by so many murders
And I am very lucky that I menaged
To removed all of them
My heart was bleeding badly
And I worked hard to stop the bleeding
And I did it
So thanks God I am alive
And after that I went to the hospital
Where I had a day surgery on my heart
The doctor had stitched the wounds on my heart
And
I went home
Once it was over
Je pleure
Because of this accident
Je pleure
Beacause of all the pain I was feeling on my heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the simple-ness of this Poem Aldo and the two languages gives it a different feel. I have one in similar vein called 'Crying Out' Thank you for sharing this one. Kind regards David