II. Childhood
March 14, 2025 at 5:33 AM
And somewhere there is childhood left,
It smells like green apples,
It looks like first time dyed hair,
It sounds like bells in the chapel.
It got lost among snow-covered fir trees
Where we dreamed of becoming great,
Where in the darkness of Saturday morning,
Together, laughing, we skate.
It’s there, where we knew how to love,
To love sincerely, without reserve.
It’s there, when we prayed with no doubt
And believed that, of course, we deserve
To be happy. But life appeared to be
A little bit more complicate
And we, little naive children with no any fear,
Had to accept unjust fate.
And it fell apart while we were running home,
We dissolved it in chemistry class,
It broken, it shattered into pieces
Like was broken your favorite glass.
And maybe one day, in the evening or night,
If I will brave be enough,
I’ll look behind and see you again,
And again I will hear your muff.
