They are coming again to mind
Every song that has lost its ways
They will never be left behind
They always have lines and space
The moods are so many that live
In every their memorable line
And still from the old pages give
Recalls of recollection's sunshine
Old lyrics shall never die
While there is still world of beauty
And filling the heart and the sky
With every song line memorably
The hours may pass and lose hope
And differently ways be trottin'
Like clouds in faraway hazy strophe
They'll go but never be fully forgotten
Times are all drifting to somewhere
And losing their written dives
With fingers of blench they'll wear
And become piles in archives
But old lyrics shall never die
While there is still world of beauty
And filling the heart and the sky
With every song line memorably
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem