Sparrows are on their wings
It is tomorrow, night is over
get up my darling
O no I hate schools
said the little boy
and popped his head sadly from the blanket
Tomorrow and Sunday my gentle little lazy boy !
Sunday yeah Sunday! ! !
the boy jumped from his bed
embraced his mother
and showered kisses with joy !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem