The sun has burst the sky
The sea laps grate the rocks
a cool breeze blows the cool air
it is time to lie dormant
The fire walks in the street
And with the city, it is gone.
For a new dawn, when the seed time has passed
and the frigid solstice has come
all will be brought to their true state
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem