I remember that spring day
That was at the end of May
When we tried to make a date and walked along the crowdless streets.
It was fifteen years ago.
Youth’s zest used to overflow.
We both studied at high school and nothing seemed to be unreal.
Springtime memories still live
Of when we were joyous and naive,
Juvenile fervor used to seethe
And we used to make ourselves believe.
That we’d never have to pay
For spending our careless days,
For assuming our now would always be without a changne.
We made silly things as well,
Preparing then for the Last Bell
We misbehaved and made fun caring about nothing in our life.
Springtime memories still live
Of when we were joyous and naive,
Juvenile fervor used to seethe
And we used to make ourselves believe.
Springtime memories
© Copyright: Вадик Колесников, 2014
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