Waaah! Waaah……… waaah…..
Goes the alarm, ringing in my ears.
How much more annoying can it get?
I know I must rise.
But come on, ………. Even the sun would bargain for another five minutes.
Yet, what can 5 do, what 6 or 7 hours could not.
Huuuuuh, it continues its cries.
Will it never stop? Will it never tire?
Well I suppose frustration at something you have created and caused,
is frustration at the wind.
Rise, my lazy body, rise……..
Listen to the voice of your master.
Why does it feel more tiring than
a day's work at the cement factory?
Oooh, what a drag;
will I be able to return to sleep; will this morning drama go on everyday?
Come my baby, stop crying.
Mommy is not far away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem