I have no problem with recession
for it cant do more than an idiot
i wont discuss about him anywhere
in the streets, in my heart or my house
i have refused to make him popular
i am already on high when i heard
i have the whole sky to myself
if he claims to be what i have heard
which i know he is not a quarter
let me grow wing and catch me on high.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem