When the day breaks at seven o'clock
I need to get down to work, I've got hundred things to do
I clean, wax, wash and do laundry,
I sweep dust - and by then a quarter has passed

I want to read the book -
So I take all three,
I want to paint something - I dream about gallery
I struggle with needle, I'll bake a cake and
I'll wait until the days will change

I'll solve some puzzels, dart and take something out of the oven
Papier-mâché, pirouette - and certainly mate
I form pots, keep silent and form the candles
Here comes a bend, here comes a circle, I climb up
I like sewing!

Now I've got nothing to read -
I know it all by heart
I've got no place to paint, I can't see any blank spaces
And then the hair, the hair - as long as I have strength
For years stuck in this tower with closed door

I'm waiting patiently, keep on waiting
And waiting, and waiting,
Until a new day will come

Tomorrow is
My Birthday
Twilight will shine with lights somewhere far away again
I want to run there
I want to touch them
I'm finally grown-up
Maybe Mom
Let me go