Youth beats me up to nights gone by
Immaculate as newly born
First girls my dreams they kiss goodbye
A lonely boy who watches porn
Uncouth they were, yet not unscarred
Oh how I cherish them this day
When I was young and still unmarred
A piece of human in dismay
All that I was was creepy smug
A gawky step, Picasso head
A puppy looking for a dug
I jerked my path to empty bed
With no regret but only joy
I keep the memories of me
Oh sweetest days I was “bukhoy”
A knight who’s living on a knee
At times she said she “would, maybe”
And I was drunk of love, of hopes
How happy I was “eti dnii”
And she would have me on the ropes
Youth, beat me up, c’mon, to death
Return, “verni” and retourner
Give back my youth, take back my wealth
Verni, verni, verni vse mne
Youth beats me up
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