When the clock strikes four
and as the sun went low.....
we used to rush out of d door
to the streets where we belong
we played, we laughed till the sun set by
when the clock strikes five
and the life turned by
we grew up so fast, we didnot realize
on our paths to glory, we marched by
still we met, still we laughed till the sun set by
when the clock strike six
and the work we leave
where we try our best not to fail
we did our work from day to day
just for the hope on the special day
we can still met and laugh till the sun set by
when the clock strike seven, eight, nine, eleven
i wished i could turn back the clock
to the days we rushed out of the door
to the streets where we belong
where we played, where we laughed till the sun set by
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I would like to translate this poem
when the clock strikes five and the life turned by we grew up so fast, we didnt realize on our paths to glory, we marched by still we met, still we laughed till the sun set by A very fine poem. tony