Everything in life is as clean as washed saucers,
Debugged life, harmony in the soul,
But for some reason I want to look back
Somewhere in the irrevocable already...
And the whiter the powder on my temples,
The more behind the back of winters and & nbsp; years,
The more expensive it is irrevocable
And its invisible trace is more noticeable.
Burns the the fall of bright ashes,
Winter is raging outside the Windows,
In that irrevocability and sincere, and purer
There was love and maybe me...
I want to go back to that girl,
In the spring Park on the edge of the earth!
And, just prigladit redhead bangs,
Stop the moments of love!
I wish I didn't know what would happen next,
And just for the very first time to love!
For handfuls of hypocrisy and falsehood,
That will in maturity, forgiveness ask!
For the fact that life is more and more by calculation,
For the fact that the heart does not seem to count,
That there is always someone in the memory,
Who did not fit into the calculation of life.
Forgive?
Of course, Yes.. After all, we are sixteen
Unknown grievances in the rank of evil-
If only I could come back more often
To the girl I was!
And I look back when cruel
Raging on the soul of the ninth wave
And me forgives all from far away
The girl I was...