The harder they come and, the slower they go!
Living in the land of war;
But, no banquet is complete without your love.
With the regular body care;
With the sweet lips of love;
And, in the paraphrase of the sunshine.
With the qualities of an exciting act to share with you;
But, in the land of war.
With the romantic addictive nature of love;
Kissing and cudding like the window cleaner,
But, these coconut trees are waiting for the wind to blow! !
In this land of war.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem