No more questions
Neither about you nor about time
No more questions
Neither about reason nor about season
There was another time
When spring was green
When the old felt a teen
Seasons have changed
Words have been hanged
Reason has been jailed
No more questions
Neither about life nor death
Because both are nonsense
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just so dense in a nice shape, good poem B.C_Soul