Where do all the people go, when they leave us all in woe?
Where do all the people go when we gather what they sow?
Where do all the people go, do they watch us as we grow?
Will we see every one of them when it's our time to croak
They say they went away, to a faraway place
That they're so far away in a place I can't reach
But then well meet again with a warm embrace
But now I know it's just a figure of speech
Some say that they become the stars that shine
Some say that they are now with the divine
Some say that they go on to live a new life
And some say that they return to nature to thrive
But then I don't really know what's true
Not like I have anyone to ask for truth
Many are the thoughts that care
But none will soothe the ache and tear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem