The
Tristesse de la Lune
Makes me so sad to see
Because she is all by herself
In the sky shining this evening
None of her friends are with her
This evening
Tristesse de la Lune
Tells me that her friends are the stars
And the clouds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
cest vrai, mon ami, cest le meme a la monde.. on dis avec da la patience on arrive a la tout. votre ami indienne firoze the poet