Sleep my cold heart,
Sleep inside this stoned chest of mine.
Dark black winged angels will soon appear,
With bloods of those who took away your warmth.
Sleepless night then they will sleep,
With all the wrong deeds in their eyes.
You and I will bleed with joy.
And enjoy the moonless night.
Until then,
Sleep my cold heart, sleep..
Sleep inside this stoned chest of mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem