Behind it mountains
So there are mountains.
Mountains of my native land...
That you loved,
That that I loved,
About this I will sing love...
Behind this the sea,
Still - the sea...
The sea of my native land....
That that you loved,
That that I loved,
This love other another...
The poppy adores - springs a rain,
And the sparrow aspires to a wind...
The Wind, Behind mountains -
Becomes hurricane...
I die of pity of a sparrow........
Along that mountain ranges, my love is waiting for you dear. We'll sing to our heart's content! ! Lovely Tsira.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful in its simplicity.....................well penned mam! !