For once I thought that I am older
And I am stable at one field
I got my heart in one hands' holder
And I collected juicy yield.
She laughed, she smiled and very kindly
She cherished me and our dreams,
But all that shattered swiftly, wildly
In traumas old, in grudge and screams.
If I had known that ever after
I'll face the same repeating grief,
I would exchange the love for laughter
And never gave in my belief
In me... In my optimism... In my capacity.