When I was in "prospect" In Saturday morning I thought I'll forget I'll never forget The wistful glance In the Nokia phone The smile upon the face No more...
We'll never be together Cause we already was And thousands of our lifes Have already crossed In one day of the summer In the shadow of the gym Among the graceful sounds You turned my life into dream
In one day of the summer When the asphalt laid on ground The way to you was found My way to you was found I'll not forget your wistful glance I'll not forget your face near my I won't forget the first our kiss No more... Good bue