The raging wind rolled down my back.
It felt so cold, and yet so warm.
It blew and whistled all night long,
And then the rain began to fall.
It poured and poured until it flooded,
Up the dams and up the streets.
It covered land and graves galore,
Until the town was covered n' still.
From that day on in '88 town Hillard stands,
Alone, in grave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem