I ask for the sun,
all right warm,
not to say hot,
I ask for the sun
because
I am fed up with a rain!
thank you very much
for the wind,
that me is pushing.
and the rain, which it
is beating - it's raining.
I will go crazy!
how it longer will last.
so, I ask for the sun,
it can be warm,
because,
I have my heart
very hot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just about as bad as bad can be. The broken English in this poem makes me cringe.