now the happy times are over
time of carelesness
so beautiful
now the sun is setting
to hand itself over to the night
unwillingly
now the mighty fog
there in the distance
is dressing its wounds
is it too late
to reverse the current of your life
(transl. by Urszula Sledziewska)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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