Of fog and why our souls.
Comes back the wind.
And the hail and change is snow as driven rain.
Covered me with day.
And with the veil of night and if I'm deep inside.
Painful is your brillant brain my body of.
The pain of it is like of it and you thereof.
As for me perhaps your smile, it wains perhaps.
The wind against me, it withstands it all.
I am this way because and you my burning love.
And just because the constant seething night,
once it is denied by one the pain remains of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem