Why, girls, you love the beautiful men? (w. I. Shuferan)
A chamomile hide, a buttercups hung,
Than I froze on the bitter words,
Why, girls, you love the beautiful men?
Their love is not constant.
Take off strongly the jacket thrown,
To seem proud enough the force,
I said him: 'All good! '
And he do not ask a forgive.
The chamomile torn, the buttercups fade,
The cold water ripples in the river,
Why, girls, you love the beautiful men?
Only a torture from that love to get.
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I would like to translate this poem
nice one. towards a fantastics and also awesome other's and its well describe about the girls attitudes