'Ignorance and arrogance
are walking hand-in-hand,
taking care on the stepping-stones.
His guitar melts my bones...
it happened but it wasn't planned;
it was only a rock'n'roll dance.
And we never touched,
we never touched,
we never touched the ground.
Sweet love-light and suspicion
are shooting arrows at the moon,
while night falls on the town.
That boy is acting like a clown,
and the prize is a big red balloon
and a brand-new superstition.
And we never touch,
we never touch,
we never touch the ground.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed your poem very much. I especially liked the first three lines...very well written. Top marks from me! -Michael