It was one of those nights
with death among the clouds.
I was feeling low and restless,
filled up with sounds.
It was one of those times
I'd rather choose to cry.
And a freezing moon silvered
up in the sky.
I was lonely then,
I think so.
But my heart was warmed up
with rhythm...
Singing:
'I shine like the stars,
burn like the sun,
I smile like the morning,
I love like a man.'
And the night was moving
slower than a snail.
Sliding shadows were carrying, silently,
lost hopes and pain.
Everything looked different,
though nothing had changed.
While blue and grey were dancing sadly
along with a blowing magic wind.
I felt peace there,
I think so.
And then my heart
begun to paint...
Singing:
'You're far like the stars,
bright like the sun,
you're fresh like the morning,
you love like a man.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem