I hope I can pass the test
The class here, where I studies
Where it is a closed room
And sound proof system decimal
Here the little crowd cries
And their bereavement I knows
Someone's avarice that disturbs
The peace of mind of me and all
But I know I have to be careful
And careful enough to carry the bill
Sometimes he comes for a check.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem