Let's not sit on this boring bench
Instead go out and get drenched,
Take my hand now and don't let go
Raise your face up and feel the wind blow,
I don't have to fear thunder when you are hear
I will hang onto your arm and be near,
Drops come down and delight us
Who the hell dares to make a fuss!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem