A Lovely Room

For twenty days she had not slept because
her little cute boy had been getting cold.

For the whole twenty four hours, she nursed him
and watched his pale face drawing pain.

Inside his room she brought two towels
which were used to compress his sickness.

Finally, the day the boy became conscious
came to the mother and gave her happiness.

For twenty days she had not slept because
her little cute boy had been getting cold.

The little boy opened his eye lids as he woke up
and watched over his whole lovely room.

At last, his eyes met his mother eyes.
The mother smiled to him, and he smiled.

He said, "Mother, what are you doing here?
Why don't you move and just clean this room?"

Edelweiss

    Listen to me, O Maiden of the Cold World,
    The one who bears a seed of my heart.
    The ruler of The Moon and of The Sun,
    From miles-to-miles, I've been looking for your herb.
   
    I have seen hundreds colorful flowers
    but none of them has the elixir of life.
    It's only for you my soul ready to suffer,
    O Princess, ordained by The God itself.
   
    If I am allowed to say a word: that:
    Beyond any beautiful song you are.
    Thus, let my blood sing a song about you
    when your breath slices my neck.

    You are my kingdom, O my Edel!
    Your pistil is where I lay my heart in.
    I have seven souls, but they'll become one
    as I stride through your grass
   
    You are the one who never leaves me.
    whenever the cold air eats me
    a soft fragrance which saves my life
    flows tenderly between the thousand stars.



(O Edelweiss, you are the simplest one
You are the image of God;
O Edelweiss, you are the purest one
You are always in my heart;)

Beginning...

O Dear, I've been looking for you
since the sun was on the far west.
Why do you left me so soon
and left this emptiness in my chest

    In this Crepuscule Town
    I've been calling your name
    I've been running through
    I've been trying to hide
    from something I do not know
    Surrounded by this orange air

And I, will never be ready to
overcome this selfishness of yours.
How do I keep standing under the moon
If my fire place loses its source.

But, Oh, finally come the moon
the light freeze any tears.
Yet still you don't give any sound.
Like a broken glass my hope is
   
    In the end of the town
    white cold mist has come
    and surrounded my sight.
    You are walking through
    and smile through my mind.
    How could I do?

    If I'm losing you...