You were fantastic
When i was sixteen
I was young and sarcastic
And you was thirty...
I asked you - Why with him, you?
You answered - cause not with you
When i fall in love in forty two
She was young and don't know the beatles and the who
I understand and tried to help her with that
but she tells me - youre like my dad
I asked her, why is it so?
she answered ' becouse not another, understand bro? ! '
To die left five minutes
In my life i had no limits
exept one... the worst one
No love... longer than night and another love...love of my mum...
I asked death why is it so?
Death answered... because Africa is the country of black, understand bro? ! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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