It is ninety-nine
come on lets keep reciting
until we fall off the cliffs
keep yelling higher these mountains
until the passersby comes calling
tell them we will keep singing
until the voices of yesterday are re-echo
Our soul-tie blues become minted in their hearts
Like the ancient laws, spell them boldly
yesterday came so lonely yet with scarlet
Even when the clouds come singing
with the voice of winds and frost
We shall yell this once more with our voices
Friendship are little but have no beginning
eternal coal mines that burns within us
Drink Rajor, muffle Antonio, time is a river
It is warm when we swim together in the void
when we let go of our will to
make our voices echoes within our souls
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem