Barking dogs and quarry trucks
Rambling down my street.
With so much noise in my ears
It’s really hard to sleep.
It’s a beautiful day, and I should be glad
That I’m here to see it,
But I just can’t think about that now
Cause the noise, I can’t flee it.
So I’ll drown it out with Rock-n-Roll,
And lay me down to sleep.
But the Beatles and the Rolling Stones
Just won’t let me keep
My eyes closed tight in satisfaction,
In my bed made of feathers,
So I’ll lay awake and listen to ‘em,
Cause their noise is much better.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem