I will never return to the city where I was a boy.
Don"t ask me to come, don"t call me and send me e-mail.
I remember: that city was sunny and festal... Enjoy!
I will never return even though the return is on sale.

I will never be happy without that girl in the yard
That had shown me clearly she didn"t me like anyway.
She was not only beautyful she was attractive and cmart.
I was shy and ungainly. I could only watch her and pray.

I have grown up quickly, the world has me called everywhere.
Never having the time to recall what and whom I have liked,
I am mourning now: bestriding the fatal barrier
And I cannot return to the time when my happiness biked...