Freedom is my bread and My pretty food, It is my pretty soul and My pretty heart, It is my life and my Pretty blood, It is my precious metal which I am looking for, It is my pretty love Which I am looking for, It is my pretty dream Which I am searching for, It is my everlasting word Which I am writing all the time, It is my sweet cradle Which I was informed about, It is engraved in the depths Of my heart and my mind, It is my real liberty Which I am working for, and It is everything in me because It is my hope which I live in it And it lives in me for ever and ever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem