when I'm feeling thoughts are fleeting clouds are dreaming too
while i wander and i wonder, all I could do
it's you, it's you, it's you
walking outward, colors spilling, sunshine washing
all it's touching, seeing it come true, slowing coming to
it's you, it's you, it's you
birds stop flying, leaves are sighing, all gets quiet now
it's you, it's you, it's you
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I would like to translate this poem
This really cool, the uses of word are perfect i think, keep it up.