• Again I am thoughtful in memory wonder,
    go down in emotion only when I think
    name of my friend in angle I call
    how I want aroma in old days to feel
    nothing won’t be as before
    won’t be peeled knew, won’t children’s tears
    won’t be game’s whit ball, won’t be hung cat.
    We run, but time catch us in his own trap.
    Lit another’s cars, smash windows,
    how much blether, who aren’t for praise
    from childhood on we was speed and frenzy
    How I want to return days back …
    To be again little kids …
    How I want to return days back …
    To be with big heart…