Well how do I say it?
Thinking about you makes me want to run,
Run, run, run, then spin and spin,
Spin through a revolving glass door,
And spin so much that when I exit,
Leave the compartment-pressure within the whirling pivot,
I am laughingly dizzy and fall to the floor.
I want to run until I reach the place
Where once your favorite oak tree grew
And meet you there and kiss, kiss, kiss,
Until the earth itself relinquishes its ghost strength,
And you and I forever young and merrily into the woods,
Playing endless games of hide and seek,
Falling over and over, and once more,
Once more into each others arms again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem