A Fetter of Life

When a soul screaming by the day
Thy life engraving many pains and voids
This paradise is lighting no more, thus
Those feeling more over to your head

And if all become sadness,
No stars sparkling around
The night could be crying,
The moon should be leaving

There would be no hope

A fetter of life;
As soon as many zests getting thy freedom
As thou don’t have timbre.
Zither and lute being friends in the silence,
Before and after.
Suddenly,
Sometimes,
Thou hope could be seeing the sky above
Dreaming of future that would be better

Please,
Begin no doubt in thy solitude
And try to keep thy fairness and faithful
So
Hoping that there will be no more war and violence
Peace and freedom, always!