Happy and joy,
the future would never come
let's play again, my friends
even until then i would never grow
prepare to leave everything behind
listen to the ringing bell
let's run, hurry!
let's prepare our selves
to being scolded
until the bell is heard again
and all would scream happily
happy and joy
the future would never come
let's always dreaming, friends
even until the end i would never grow
prepare to leave everything behind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem