mersiowsky - 8-25-2015 at 04:01 PM
(From Gosde)
Translated by Ed Bernthal
Today I can’t go home,
For the money is all, all, all gone.
Father scolds me very much,
But my mother praises me.
Whether he scolds me or not,
I will dance still, still, still,
Mother gives me the money,
He will never find out.
No known music.