What if my hair isnt white?
Can you see me in the night?
Dont be fooled from my eyes,
I rise the pain in the hapiness.
Dont think im not crying;
My dry eyes are lying,
I rise the pain in the hapiness...
I had the right to live as i wanted,
A year ago...Happiness was abandoned!
It was my right, right?
A year ago on a sorrowy night...
Dont think im happy, if you see me youthful!
I live everything in myself;
Its why im sometimes dull,
Even with sorrow and persecution,
Life goes on, we always find a solution...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem