I wait for a response. But I stop
Drinking lots and lots of schnapps.
When I think, everyone leaves
But when I see, I see me
So where do I go?
I have no money.
I have no girl.
Not no more.
I go home
To where I know, I'm just my own.
I love the myths and the fantasy that surrounds me.
I feel alone but then again, I feel at home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem