I told my princess who lives on my street
Pull my hair and let our thirsty eyes meet
Let your eyelashes paint your wishes on my heart
As a painter paints on canvas his new work of art
Because they have been waiting for you
As leafs have been waiting for the rain
Your beautiful eyes quench my thirst
And wash away my pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem