Far away
Lives a girl with tender in her eyes
I’ve never seen her for real
But she smiles, that I can feel
And I can just imagine
How it looks when she cries
Far away,
It seems like in a different world
Acting pays her wage
She acts when she’s on stage
But never in real life
She is not that kind of girl
Nearby,
She meets me in my soul
Reading poems of Yeats
Sending pics while I wait
She is playing herself
It is ever her most amazing role
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hvorfor sitter jeg her og gråter.........