I saw your image in the melting snow
Before you were born.
Before I was born.
And though you don't like the verse of melancholy poets
or the cries of colic children
the way I am
the way I was
I was and am dying
Before you were born
Before I was born.
The painkillers take everything
Except the disaffection.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem