The sun rise at the east, I am not a beast.
Money makes the world go round and a round.
But you make my heart beat.
If you cry, I won't say goodbye until I make you smile.
Her eyes are green, her laugh is sweet.
Her lips I want to kiss.
But now I have cold feet.
The sunset is at the west and I will not rest.
Until she'll be mine sugar piece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem