</>If the rivers stopped their flow
When our parents told us no
Then tomorrow wouldn't show
Because sorrow wouldn't go
If the clouds would always cry
Then so gray would turn the sky
Everybody would ask why
And the birds wouldn't fly by
Things would be so out of way
We'd have no more things to say
Nothing else would be okay
If the days were always gray...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem