The first crow was about 12: 10am,
But the dark harbours sin and the light exposes it;
As a quarrel ensued among the two brothers.
The mission failed!
Because of the lack of understanding;
Lurch, lupine!
To knock it out;
Rush, brush!
With the muse of illegal lust;
Lucid, acid!
With girls night out;
And now, they are afraid of their own shadows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem