I want to be a shooting star
Gliding through the air 
Hearing everybody’s wish 
Upon my shooting star 
To hear their wishes 
To know the truth 
To know just who they are
Making every wish come true 
Through morning afternoon 
And when night falls 
I shoot again 
Hearing the wishes to be said 
For I am now a shooting star 
And I’m shooting far and clear                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
very good! .... this one is a poem and you are a poet