Lonely Island

Nasty voices, busy grounds packed,

Me along the rosy bed,

Oh ! God ! Give me some good,

Like on the lands of wood.

To all the dreamy cloud I found,

No thread of pensive song where bound,

Rinsing island fired in the sunshine,

The influx of novice, the cold fine.

His fluffy legs on my hands,

Dries the wet joy of the island,

Dancing trees, bloom winds brushes,

Artistic scenery of land bushes.

Abandoned air refreshes to me,

Drops me her pool of glee,

How long you see nature?

How long you be heart snatcher?

Golden day smiles and cries,

Why the sleepy nights flies,

My house seeps the fire out,

What beautiful rainfall from clouds!

One drop makes me with dyes,

Oh my bed, May I cries,

For the alone pool under my feet

Where for years my heart will beat!!!