Tonight I'll go Maphics
And ask the God of Truth
to bring me a sister
Who is more beautiful than Aphordite
When she smiles
the day becomes brighter and white
when she cries
the night becomes gloomy and quiet
Oh! sister!
Lets hide in the foam of the sea
take a nap for century
And wake up when all Gods are asleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem