Foreign, Foreign ~They are announcing your Name~
you make me laugh
I make you blush ~ in response~
don't worries sailor
we are sailing in the middle of sea and wind
and my kisses are the announcement of my departure
(when i write to a stranger) ....
maybe my kisses one day
crushed ~by the palm of your hands~
could become welcome
so i'll keep making you blush
and you keep making me laugh
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Who would ignore those kisses? No men, and probably not a few Mrs!