Oh my pine, poplar
All the roses burned
In the corner of the eye
All dreams burned
Oh my good night
Where did my companion go?
Now, in this world
Where do I build my house?
Where can I pull the ropes?
Where to camp last
Oh home what happened to you
Where did my existence go?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poetry. Nice share. Very interesting to read.