The trash is burning, the stench is in the air
a thousand tongues, a thousand voices of despair
The trash is burning, it reeks of sin
When will I crash? Will I fall again?
The trash is burning, an enormous blaze
It raises up its hellish haze
The trash is burning, but no warmth here
just a cold heart, full of fear
The trash is burning, what terrible vice!
It's raining guilt on a heart made of ice
The trash is burning, please...
someone put out the fire.
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I would like to translate this poem
I love the repetition in this poem...it's very powerful and conveys a sense of urgency. Great work.