When I go to school Through the alley of our house, I see Rose every day at ten o'clock Feriola is going by ferry. "I want bangles, I want bangles," he shouted. She has Chinese dolls in her basket, He is happy with the way he goes, When he is happy, he goes home. Ten o'clock, half past ten, Niko is in a hurry or too late. By intentionally dropping the cellet Amni ferry with ferry. When I apply ink on my hands Back home, four-thirty, The gardener digs the soil with a spade In the middle of that flower garden of Babu. No one obeys the wire After the spade falls off the feet. How much dust is on the head, No one comes and talks about his work. Mother doesn't wear clean clothes on the wire, Dust does not want to wash. If I wanted to be The gardener of that flower garden of Babud. Don't be a little too late at night Mom wants to put me to sleep. On the way to see through the window Paharola goes after the turban. Dark alley, people don't walk much, The light of the gas flickers, He hung the lantern in his hand Standing at the door of the house. It is ten or eleven o'clock at night Nobody says anything. Deliberately become a guard Feeling we have 'Run out of gas' emotionally