I write this ballad
with rage in my heart,
for you— you're the lantern of my heart.
This world, this fire, that burns in the night
is the rage that wants to take flight.
Oh, lantern of my heart.
In winter, I came to this town,
to forget you, to take away your crown,
but a cat came near me, and told me to forget about this thought.
A friend of mine came to know about the truth
he told me to stay away from you, in his ruth,
for you— you're the lantern of my heart.
I went to the mountains, with a lot
where— I screamed your name, smoking some pot
oh, lantern of my heart.
Everything I said, everything I did
came back to me as rage, in this heart as lid
but you, you're the lantern of this heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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