Love is the language of the heart, all over the world, but especially in small towns. Love drifts through the houses in heartfelt hugs and kisses, and it floats across flower- strwen meadows and shimmering lakes. Love makes the world go round.
Because people are people with hopes and dreams and faith in their hearts and stars in their eyes. And wants in their minds. Especially those who were born in austria...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem