I walk along this dusty road,
I’ve contemplated love and life,
These thoughts are getting hard to bode
I need an end to this damn strife
The air is dry and full of dirt,
My eyes reflect the way I’m hurt,
The only evidence to this
Are welled up tears and clenched up fists,
I could have stayed, I could have fought,
But I just ran, I never thought
That this road would be so damn hard
That this love-fight would leave a scar,
I wish you here to walk with me,
Yet know that we could never be,
Fore you belong to someone else,
My heart gains dust upon the shelf,
My bleeding eyes are now in tears,
As red rolls down my cheeks, I hear
You laughing in my saddened mind,
Which only adds fuel to my cries
This dusty road I’m lying by
Just waiting for the strength to try
To get back up and live once more
Yet seems right now a worthless chore
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I would like to translate this poem