My owes are turning sea
Waves are hungry to swallow me
Anybody there to rescue me
On the shore I want to be.
My owes are turning mountain
Drag me to the holy fountain
To suck me to the sea
Anybody there to rescue me.
My woes are turning dark cloud
Cover me with a black shroud.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem