If you dream like a dreamer,
If you dream of a desire,
A fantastical fantasy,
A hopeful high flyer.
You can be a pipe piper,
come warm your hands,
and sit by my fire,
and spin some golden tales.
Round and round,
the pipe piper blows,
a tune of wistful wishes.
Escaping into a gush of wind
ascends your dreams to heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem