Hé Alicia: mon premier poème en anglais avec le titre français

Runs and flies over the birds of fire,

While Hatta sleeping, Flee if not you will die,

Don't stop, if you see to Cheshire flying in the sky,

Leave out of here will be hard,

But my little Alice: try not to cry.

You need leave this place now Alice,

Although Tweedledee and Tweedledum come to kill Lewis.

Try not to see blood although you're flying in the darkness,

But Alice… My Little Alice…

Don’t worry about this malice,

Because when you leave this place, this world will be a total weakness.