Don Juan is now tired.
He just will not dance.
The whole of his spirit
Has gone rather damp.
So long since he started
To fight for her heart!
But now he's just tired,
He won't give a damn.
Don Juan is exhausted
He just will not dance.
The singing is dying,
All falling apart.
The evening was charming,
It's time to depart.
The loveliest of ladies
Awaits now Don Juan,
But he is just tired,
He just will not dance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem, Isamar. I hope you sent him a copy: -)