This song was written by love
the fortunate from above
how the high begins to fall
all over the worlds ball
a trip to the sea side
is where we will hide
naked sun set underneath
the hills bulging relieve
new Mexico sings at night
up in a torturous fright
if we could go there
we would stand truly bare
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem