Walking up steep hills carrying bags of coal
kids pulling on the tail end of my coat
the rain is beating on my face rolling down my eyebrows, i can taste it
my back aches my legs are buckling under the pressure
Im sure al need a rest if I get to the top of that great big hill
I will get to the top
its a wet day today the wind is beating me back
howling whistleing, churning away with no relent
maybe soon the rain will let up
the wind will dropp to a calm breeze
the sun will rise
and clouds will fall at the top of this great big hill
I am sure to climb it even though my strenght is flailing
because I want to climb it
not for the people clinging on to my coat tail
rather so I can get this coal home to you
that is more satisfying more warming to me
than the sun at the top of this great big hill shining
I dont mind the rain and freezing wind
the miserable weather and the dampness
I carry this coal with a warm heart
knowing I carry it home for you x
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I would like to translate this poem