Time and place,
To know the road towards my home;
For, the times now are like the days of Noah.
Place and time!
Back to my roots with the muse of love;
And, back to the bases,
With the muse of joy in the land of the living.
You will never believe in it!
But, i will Show you love;
True love without the bullets of war which comes from hatred.
The lioness,
On the rise! !
And now blessed with the muse of peace and gladness;
As i do take in,
Along the path of humility.
Time and place,
Butter and honey!
With the muse of the butterflies flying high with the wind;
Place and time!
Harmony and Money;
And, to know the road that leads to my house through the bush,
However, the days are like the days of Noah.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem