oh! i'm not only one watching
my gypsy friends came to visit
probably they're there to wait
for my coming home; empty
besides words found on my way
i would put together for poetry
they brought in bottles of wine
hot food and some nice dance
i'm too young to drink but mom
she'll take a swig and have fun
while dad is busy playing violin
i try to be stealthy and slip in
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem