who is there behind the sky,
who is there behind the clouds,
and the sun when brightly shining,
who is there behind the night,
who is there behind the stars,
who is there my dear, my darling,
who is there behind, behind,
who is there behind the rain
when the drops fall down and down,
who is there behind your mind,
who is there in your heart,
who is there behind the sky,
who is there behind the clouds,
who is there behind your wings,
who is there behind, behind,
who is there my dear, my darling,
who is there if not the wind,
who is there if not the wind,
Nicely written. One more masterpiece from you Maria. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And The Wind Cries Mary. Just like Hendrix was the master of the guitar...you are a master of poetry.