what is it that you hear
when you see the sun rising
high and high and high
in the east
and what is it that you see
when you hear doves
cry and cry and cry
while we sleep
is it that you don't know?
oh no I don't think that is it
why is it you won't learn?
not even you know that yet
so why oh why oh why
cant we see whats right there
in front of our faces
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem