Eating ice-cream,
The sun is very hot and you are using the advantage;
But these paparrazzi around will never stop spying on you,
And like the schnapps sold along Oxford Street.
Where there is a will there is a hope,
So mark my words and study my muse;
Because your ice-cream is like the muse of my land!
Where there is a will there is a way,
But my heart will grow on because of your love;
And like the paparrazzi in the land of your muse,
But i am ready to love you with my sweet muse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem