you said it well
you just cut one of her fingers
that play the piano
one key is taken
the piano never sings again
the woman had lost her voice
her heart
her only love
the only lively feeling she has
and you keep the threat
you shall cut another finger again
another finger
and do you really think
that love shall go away scared
and trembling?
no, she says, with blood
oozing from her hands
no, no, no.
her love will always be true
and not for him
again.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem