A puff of air
A sniff of fear
Hey my dear
And here I am again in a terrible storm
Rain, thunder and winds - here they come
I can hear the sound of the musical drums
I like your honesty
I love your simplicity
But I feel a sense of abandonment
For you are never here at this moment
And I never stop to think twice
About paying your price thrice
Shall I weather the storm?
Hey this weather is a bum!
Answer me! Answer me
Shall I at least try to weather the storm?
Should I get ready in every shape or form?
Answer me! Answer me
And if life was as light as a feather
Maybe we can all live merrily together
For these are imaginary pieces we gather
Because your only friend and enemy in this life is the weather
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem