There are times that,
You have to fight for your rights;
And, there are times that,
You have to let things go their way;
So, don't cry my love.
You love my story and i love you,
You love my poems and i love you,
So, you flew in with your private jet to meet me.
Rauxel, axe, ale, real! !
Everyday a new job;
Ghost, host!
Ghost list,
Ghost workers;
Sometimes, you have to fight for your rights;
And, sometimes, you have to let things go their way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem