You ask me how I feel and I tell you...
I feel like the world is coming to an end, 
I feel like I am loosing you my bestfriend, 
If the gates of hell were to open I'd jump right in, 
Because I'm feeling lost and desserted deep within.
You asked me how I feel and I told you I'm feeling hate, 
Love, peace and joy sieze to be my fate, 
But I'm feeling fine right now, 
I feel loved and appreciated somehow.
But who cares how I feel, 
Only me and my sophisticated love will, 
But it matters not no more, 
To a heart that's battered, bruiced and sore.                
 
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I would like to translate this poem
 
                    