sometimes I was dumb face
their words have not found
the man never really dare to dare
only anger and do not care
what fate and bright bell
and coastal trees and roses
oh life I leave upon thee
no kissing, I`m broken I leave
I will go if called for love or stay
girls and how many gifts
and how much will sin
how much sin and intentions
and I'm never, never still
I'm always, always run
with my wild grief, but why
only by force measurement in love
seems the life can count
not my love what denies it
only hurts now, if it`s love
no word roses and thorns
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem