Let the fog roll in I say
From the mountains, and no tongue
Has told a lie it didn’t like
Nor sang a song it hasn’t sung
Let the fog roll in I say
I’d rather have it here than there
Atop that mountain with the snow
Where only birds can cut the air
Let the fog roll in I say
The sun has grown a boring tone
The streetlights make the shadows dance
And make the streets seem less alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
totally excellent. steadily paced. lovexsjg