My girl, she lost her life,
Out on the railroad tracks.
Kneeling over, throwing up,
Then she decided to hit the sack.
I was standing there,
Panic rising in my throat.
As a train rockets down,
I doubt that it'll float.
The blind ogre runs faster,
I move fast and hope she wakes.
Not long after now,
The ground will be covered in bloody lakes.
She lay on her back now,
As I kneel by her side.
I know that my fear,
Will never subside.
Purity in Hell,
The train runs us down.
Both our mixed blood,
Shows my devotion in this town.
That is the story,
Of how a lost a future wife.
That is the tale,
Of how my baby lost her life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem