Saturday, I woke up late.
Mirror on the ceiling reflects me on my bed,
Sun on the blinds calls me outside,
But I'm napping yet!
The kettle can wait, the mail can wait,
Even my phone can wait till eight,
Till eight PM!
Everything inside me moves slow,
Like a melted ice on the spring roof tray,
The whole wide world, this half-asleep world
Feels half awake!
Back to bed! Back to bed!
I don't wanna see gleams of sunbeams.
Back to bed! Back to bed!
I'm not done with the dreams (not done with my dreams)
Till eight PM!
The neighbor's dogs,
Lay their heads on the paws and quietly snore.
A half-written poem on the bedside table
Waits for more!
I pull the sheet up to my chin,
The day can knock, but I won't let it in,
Till eight PM!
Everything inside me moves slow,
Silence hangs up lazily in the room,
The whole wide world, this half-asleep world
Must wait till afternoon!
Back to bed! Back to bed!
I don't wanna see gleams of sunbeams.
Back to bed! Back to bed!
I'm not done with the dreams (not done with my dreams)
Till eight PM!
Maybe I'll rise, when I get more brave,
Maybe I'll laugh at the hours I save,
But for right now let the clock run thin,
I'm safe in the bed, let the weekend begin!
Back to bed! Back to bed!
I don't wanna see gleams of sunbeams.
Back to bed! Back to bed!
I'm not done with the dreams (not done with my dreams)
Till eight PM!
Saturday, I woke up late,
And that's okay, and then!
Back to bed! Back to bed!
Till eight PM!
(c)VonRaven, 2026.
Свидетельство о публикации №531575 от 8 августа 2026 года
Эх, полениться в субботу утром - милое дело! Но обычно бежать приходиться рано на работу именно в субботу. Но я поддерживаю Ваше настроение и такую восхитительную песню!
Классная мелодия, Равен - приятно слушать, даже если не знаешь перевод. а с переводом песня приобретает особое утреннее очарование, в котором нега и лень субботнего утра.
Классную песню успели сотворить..