The tale of magic,
In the river of life,
Taking me here and there,
That I cannot breathe,
Yet, given a sleepless night.
Even like one I was born.
But to her- I, a slave
Do this, do that,
Still care not if rain beats,
And thinking wise - calls me dullard.
Who says you can do more than I,
If you in my shoe?
No partridge is bigger than others.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem