There are no lessons left in life.
It soon will be my turn to die
There are no prayers left to learn.
I squandered every one there was.
But there is still one, that I can say.
Just maybe my soul, it will save.
The question of a thousand dreams-
Upon my death, will I believe.
And if I do,
then God I'l ask-
'Let me perish,
let my soul be spared'..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem