My hand is sweaty, my heart is cold
My eyes are teary, I can’t be bold
My hopes have failed me, a thousand fold
And now I’ll worry, until I’m old
My heart is broken so bad it seems
My soul is fleeting just like perfumes
My lover has left me for a guy with hymns
But it all will pass just like in dreams
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem