2021.12.15.
The childhood has gone away into the distance
The childhood has gone away into the distance,I'm a little bit sorry about my childhood,
I remember our heartbeats,
And boldness of the eyes and timidity of the hands.
Chorus:
And all our dreams have come true and at the same time haven't come true,
They were woven into a wreath of doubts and hopes,
And we're not happy, and the happiness waits for us
At our old, our small gates.
If you can only know,
How hard it is to wait,
You'd not lose a day,
You'd catch up with me and bring me back.
Chorus.
Listen the sound of footsteps,
The knock at the front door,
Meet my voice -
I'm off to you, I'm on my way home.
Chorus.
And we're not happy, and the happiness waits for us
At our old, our small gates.