over the streets I passed
over and over pace after pace
and the violin played and
sang the violin
over and over and over
there bea beauty, rainbow
of beauty, on the increase,
colors, colors, colors,
and the earth is still wild
the earth is still of black milk
and the earth still with red of blood dyed
over the streets the wind flew
over the streets I passed
over and over pace after pace
and the violin played and
sang the violin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem