If you keep opening a wound
It will never heal
And if everything is fake
Then nothing is real
Like a kiss
Like a hug
Like love
Before you can judge
How deep the bitterness goes
First you've got to
Give it a taste
If everything is precious
Then there is
Nothing to waste
Bad blood it always runs cold
Deadly enough to
Kill the body the spirit
And the soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem