When we both are gone
To carry this life on
In its endless time and hours
From seed to old flowers
In what happiness empowers
All our dreams in going day
When glitter of love did play
And set its hope often high
Without asking questions why
Like everything that was said
And from rosy colors bled
In all those blissful years
That two in love adheres
Those memories from the days
When green was spring in lays
And summer songs were ways
Old moods that now bring tears
On to the dreams gone by
With the tones of balladeers
Singing through open blue sky
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem