In accord with all
With a brocade of green, blue
You travel superb
Just a small plague inside
Nothing to worry about
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I give my answer: here: : which good mother is full of happiness or luck, if her children tramps? Sorry, not my favorite -song. If you want to reply, : think it over, I real better understand in German.