Not because your old song have arranged as new
But... sing in heart for some reason as former you...
Not because you have forgotten caresses except the terier
But going like on a hunting and 'guneless' on the river...
Not because you take from last cent from your pocket
For homeless drummer to award down underground...
Not because you adore again dancing...but naked
Though nobody waits already under silky blanket...
Not because seen sense - already senselessly
Because you can't loves another way unheartly...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When the thread is new but the blanket is old. When the dove being young changed its clothes. When the heart and the mind act as one then we know....iip