The voice I hear is nothing special
The faintest trace of an accent
The flattening of the vowels that belies their origins.
One is adult, fully grown
The other is young, excitement and innocence in equal measure
But this is how angels sound
And this is heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I call this 'astig, pare! ! ! '/'hard, maaaan! ' hihihi...ehm... I like it! ! Loved it! !