Complimenting you we must.
Yes - you, each precious vocalist.
Ever since your songs of love
Our minds have risen high above.
We think and dream of you.
Oh those lyrical serenades
The ecstasy that never fades.
With your gift, joybells ring
And like a rosefinch in the spring
Our thanks to you fly on the wing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem