Reaching outward just a tad too much, straining his voice,
yet he still sounds good with rhythms being used in just
the right amount.
Circling the area with lyrics being spun into poetical
musings.
Falling onto the dance floor in front of every-
one sitting here, enjoying beautiful masterpieces, being
sung loudly in total fun, not caring who hears if we're
out of tune or not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem