I want to get to the stylist
But can't find an appropriate date
Too much to do
That's why I wear a cap
They'll take them to the slaughterhouse
That's so horrible in a way
What can we do?
Too less to do
They said to him that is forbidden
That's what my stylist told
At least he is right
And my ex-girlfriend said the same
As soon as the ghost vanes
As early as the spirit goes up
And the earth gives birth
They should come and help
When another artist hosts you
As soon as songs get told
In other songs
And he can represent how
Your songs became legends
That's more difficult then writing in the first place
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem