Spill the rhythm and stamp it out
touch my golden blades
cast your charms don't stand in doubt
beneath the mountain shades
widen the bridges narrow your street
and we'll be where all time is spilled
this is the place where we will meet
once you've cut the knots of guilt
some come to me I'll come to all doors
and cut all the paths of the Moon
drink to my steps I'll drink to yours
and we'll be out there soon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem