Candles of death
burn on the edge of my window
I stare at the empty streets
covered with cold, sleeping snow
Suddenly the flames go out
The darkness covers the sky
I feel slow and weak and cannot shout
My feet are freezing, i cannot cry
Before I break down
And get out of breath
I dizzily look around
And catch the glowing eyes of death
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I would like to translate this poem
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