By the Winner
By the winner, I write you a poem, And I think about throwing myself under this road.
Your smile brightened my days, and now, God, I wish you would never see the light of day. I curse you because you are not mine, but I would give anything If you would pass by my house again.
Your beauty is worthy of a princess, and my soul Withers and longs for you. I walk the streets of the white city and I ask myself, darling, will we ever see each other again?
At the place where two rivers intersect, I cry and think how I will be without my beauty.
My beautiful darling, we have parted, and nothing more Will be like it used to be.