So loud and so clear,
the pain that I bear,
want to keep my thoughts aside,
so they can't dance my near.
So true and so unfair,
it happens very rare,
no place to dwell still,
no one to take care.
So cruel and so dear,
my love is like river,
wanderer and unstable,
that's only my fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem