If you stopped smoking cigarettes
Just like that, so suddenly
Do you think your body
Would raise an urgent plea?
Do you imagine it would implore
That you inhale the nicotine it so adores
Go down on bended knee
And beg for some so desperately
Or would it give a heartfelt thanks
That its heart and lungs which were so lank
Now began to burst with joy
The nicotine no longer would annoy
Would your lungs start celebrating
Because they were no longer aching
Your arteries and veins join in the party
Now they felt so hale and hearty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No, my lungs would cry Because they miss their tar My body would scream at the loss of such a friend They would feel worse than dead.