everything is a nightmare
and it stood on its head
you will believe
what you will want
I wonit help you
I sent the old song
on 'fortunate way'
and I don`t already want to know
and to see nothing I don`t want
you perhaps but I will
and that it not so how
you think so and
I ask you to come back
when for me then again will
have a dream about you
(for HN)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonit = won`t - typographical error (1 strophe 5 line) . I not counting it as the mistake, it is happening during writing quite often. Poem thought over and very good. Excellent record. :)