I am not in a mood
To go out to the valley and sing
My heart is sad and low
Happiness to the world I can't bring
There is no love left
In the hearts of men and women
They are out to harm all
They kill children and behave insane
Children and women are
Bombed and the world is a hell
I can't sing and be happy
And spend my time in the green dale
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It certainly is hard to sing, when the world is in such sad shape. So much is expressed by this pensive, meaningful poem.5 stars.