I am a rich guy can't you see
although a lack of privacy
I stir Pacific Oceans
with my magic potions
erode the sturdy mountains
and drink from Bacchus' fountains
the eyes behold a world in me
reflect the truth and imagery
conceal the lies that I create
the Talents do not hesitate
to shine their Gold
and brush it off
I break the plates
for Mazel Tov
I am a rich guy can't you see
although a lack of privacy
I stir Pacific Oceans
with my magic potions. M
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem