burning flames in the night
fill the people's heads with fright
now the house is burning bright
people sleep throughout the night
now the flames are dying down
may littleones sleep while we gather round
and everyone knows the reasons why that this house
just had to die die die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some sadness creeps as little ones sleep and through the night so out of fright, There seems to spin a faceless grin. Enticing appeal within, thanks, arya