Get a song playing
the ground is opening up
the shadows are whistling
this time they rejoice.
This broken race, we’re crashing
we’ve been waiting
our voices are coming back
the whole world’s crumbling.
I want to hear some rhythm
the stars are twinkling along
we’re turning to ghosts
here is our parade.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem