</>Again the ring and the steps and the class
Again I hear, again I feel, and again I see
Again the books and the door and the teachers
Again the ring and the chair and the students
Again the blue sky, the shiny sun, and the pretty smile
Like the day before yes I recognize
Dark gray suit, no not gray smile
Eyes full of joy
Hearts devoid of any lie
Another day began
The same old things start
O, I don’t want to be the same
Like the rainbow bluish-red smile
Tomorrow is another day
I want to be another girl
I can be a better one
I can rise, I can shine
No reason to be shy
No excuse for any smile
I don’t want to be like the school
Cause a school is always a school
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem