July sounds fear,
reminds me of loss,
a father, a melody full of tears,
two guiding hands, all gone.
A one kind daugther`s love,
a concert of fame,
a real loving mother,
good talented friends.
July sounds silent,
and again I`ll dare
to sing, to love, God,
I hope I`ll care.
La Finita
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I would like to translate this poem
ah loss is part of the circle of life, you have too much life within you, to ever be lost for long, your nature your destiny is to give, this you have always done, now learn a little how to receive from friends from others, sing a sad song within the heart, there is much joy to follow your sorrow, accept within the circle of life.