Pour toujour jeunes
Will be only my spirit
Pour toujours jeunes
Will be only my heart
Pour toujour jeunes
Will not be me
Because I age gracefuly every year
And I can't stop that
Because that is part of life
When I come to think about it
It makes me feel a little sad
Because I wished that I could go back to my youth years
and some of my adult life had beem stolen from me
Because I spend my whole life looking after my mother
And when she was alive I could never live my life
Because she dependend on me
Pour toujour jeunes
It is not a happy tune for me
But rather a sad and depressing one
Because I start to get white hair
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem