Tears flowing like a river
Make my skin all a shiver
I hate those tears with a passion
As they make my face turn ashen
They make me less than a man, oh why?
Because over nothing real men don't cry
They burn as they toll down my cheeks
They say that pain a tear bespeaks
If so then I am in agony severe
Endless pain I do fear
Never able to find any peace
My heart's pain will never cease
I miss her more each and every day
Ever since from me she went away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your tears are not over nothing. For only real men cry.