We all live to die, rather than die to live
When I fall asleep
I think about
that I think about you
when I fall asleep
and I die to live
Green sun and yellow leaves
Leave me here
with the thick black smoke
Yellow bright sun and big green leaves
I feel good inside when I hade that smoke
And I die to live
I die to live
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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