Bold erectness of the girls
who are not afraid of their new breasts.
Dark blue flowers are in their hair,
arms pressed firmly to the body,
but the fingers in thoughts thirstily extended
for the first touch.
Ah, that is the girls' choir --
leaning over the border of the stage,
we are waiting for it to hug us like a sweet wave,
but instead we are engulfed in the sounds of a powerful song
that enraptures and then immediately saddens us.