And when again the snow falls down,
And all the leaves have disappeared
Someone will still go this way.
This solitary way, full of illusions.
This someone in the Spring,
Will never, never find
That hope, that faith, that power,
That silent happiness, that smile.
Again the snow will fall slowly down,
The wind will disperse the snowy stars,
With a white overcoat cover the earth
And hide old regrets.
Someone will still go this way,
This solitary way full of illusions.
The dreams will take all the days
Of no satisfied happiness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem