Im cold and Im shaking in this house alone
The sun is shining but it feels like it dont belong
The birds are singing and the wind is blowing
The leaves are falling, The Love Is Showing
Its made to only get colder
Its made so we only get closer
The warmness is between and with
This is the truth, no myth
A future we are sewing
The strenth is growing
The wind is blowing
The sky is snowing
The Love Is Showing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem