I think of one thing
only one thing I think
will I ever fall in love
or the thirst will remain
in my heart
I feel like a desert
carving for water
the rain of love will
ever fill my throat
Ah! I dont know
dont know for sure
this thirst for love will
ever be fulfilled
Soon I'll die with
the thirst inside me
and no one will be here
to fulfill my dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Soon I'll die with the thirst inside me and no one will be here to fulfill my dream' Strongly I disagree with the last lines, and 10++