Sabena, Sabena, Sabena,
Whose rebel side steadily gets meaner,
Gets tired each day,
When life goes astray,
Life's target on her back now hes seen her,
But when she doesn't wanna be seen,
She hides in moonlight and dreams,
And shows sabeen to be alil schemer,
So no matter the day,
Black clouds or sun rays,
It pays to have dreams and to be a dreamer,
With stardust in her eye,
Shes had her time to cry,
Time to fight for dreams,
To bring those dreams a lil nearer
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem.....