Just outside
Of these walls
These God damn walls
The wind blows
The river flows
And on you go.
Maybe
One day
(Never)
Maybe
This cage will rust
Away.
But for now,
The summer sings
And later,
The fall will hum so mournfully.
Maybe then
(Some day)
Always
This cage will stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem