That mad girl under the dark and lonely night
Passing her life on the footpath of life
Have you thought about her
Instead of thinking about you?
That mad girl sitting under a tree, babbling by herself,
Have you thought about her?
A young and lonely girl
Under the canopy of the skies
All alone, all alone, she by herself,
None with her.
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I would like to translate this poem
good poem you are right nobody cares about poor people