far meadows in the spring
can make me want to sing
of a lovely woman
for whom i’ve really fallen
we can never be too cold
with each others soul
so here i am too sing
of my loving spring
so whenever we are apart
we hold each others soul
and listen to our heart
for we will never part
not even in the snow
when it is way too cold
for any thing to know
that we will love till old
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem