The troubled water's cold, and I've lost all feeling,
a troubled soul, in a mass of human beings,
never more alone, than in a crowded room,
the papers echo, my sense of gloom.
The tide is rising, someone help me please,
the sand is shifting, I fall to my knees,
love and understanding, flue and éphémère,
I could live or die here, no one seems to care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem