I’ve never been to Leipzig.
But his Jubilee year –
200 years of Wagner –
I wanted to go there.
I wanted to drink some coffee
In his school or his church yard.
I wanted to see the monument
Where he sits with a lion.
I didn’t go there.
Watched pictures in Internet.
But I made a cup with red-haired
Wagner, and it’s – my best!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem