Love is a pain in the neck
It was an odd week of lovelornness
he kept singing, "born to lose, and now I´m losing you."
Perhaps it was an Elvis Priestly song.
He sighed a lot, but otherwise slept well.
He had been a victim of his ego.
The song in his head finally disappeared,
there were
So, many beautiful girls around that summer.
He sometimes sang the song "blanket on the ground."
Willy Nelson´s?
Does a sweet song beget love or is it love that begets?
a sweet song?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem