What a terrible night that was,
I want to go back where I was.
Thank goodness, you are fine.
Makes my soul, up and fine.
We rush to meet someone, that's the cause.
My head is in the asphalt, loose my heart.
Keep your mouth shut, don't say...
I'll meet you there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem