The days are old
And the showers of love sold
The sick are laid to fold
All the stories and tales long foretold are now of old
We seek the birth
A saving rebirth
We are upside down
And our faith as a dying sound
Let it be the snow that snows
And let it melt our hearts and true love shows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem