My Baby She's an angel from the sky,
When we're together We go high and fly,
Like the birds in the sky,
When she go I miss her, and start to cry,
And think am I gonna see Her tomorrow,
Before I die! ..
Then I hear a voice from high,
Say's yes, again with her you will fly,
I said My God: Please in Her arms I wish to die,
And come back like a tear born in Her eye,
And on Her lips My God again I want to die
Again on Her lips I want to die! ...
On Her lips I want to die! ...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So bright and deep poem I think that I will keep this one in the gallery of my memories.