Couldn't Someone Love Him

He is carrying water from dryish well
cherishing his old habit.
In the garden last years grass
is up to his knees.
Love without it's glory
didn't stay by him.
Gave only one bitter piece of it's grace.
Couldn't someone love him?
Happiness, bliss of human child
is searching for impossible, himself.
Here it's value is low
and hope is gone with the wind, vanished.
Love without it's glory
didn't stay by him.
Gave only one bitter piece of it's grace.
That's why I wonder
couldn't someone love him?
The promised land of your fairytales, shadowland of oblivion.
A hundred year long autumn is over,
when garden is quiet, without the one who carried water.
 He is carrying water from dryish well
cherishing his old habit.
In the garden last years grass
is up to his knees.

(Original text: "Eikö kukaan voisi häntä rakastaa" by JP Leppäluoto)