Hush little baby, don't you cry,
mamma's gonna sing you a lullaby.
And Poppins and candies..
after the after dinner drinks,
evening by the school goes empty,
students with uniforms
flocking on the streets.
How serious is the first kiss,
and the enrichment and the urge
to be immortal of what I cannot become.
The urge of not to become famous..
at any cost...
which might cost you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem