I dare to speak, front of you,
I mere to serve, but don't you,
You dislike me, without a reason,
I locked myself in yours prison,
Then also I tried to speak to you, merely
I don't know, why you left me so fairly, fearfully?
I dare to speak, front of you....
I mere to serve, but don't you.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem