Before my body will turn into dust
Let me play with it as much as I like
Let me till the my land
Through the dusty road I wish to ride my bike
Before my body will turn into dust
Let me see the dying sun in the evening
When cattle return home
With bells around their necks sweetly ringing
Before my body will turn into dust
Let me scribble my name on the street
I will sleep here someday
Without a dream in my eyes without a heart beat
Before I will turn into dust
Let me smear my body with a handful of it
My soul will lose its home
Nobody will be there to smile for me and greet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem