Everything happens in the world.
While we're just
riding with her
By bike.
I like this kind of love
We ride, we laugh loudly
And she gets upset
Poor girl.
But I won't find
the words until I dare to approach her
Don't say the word love to me
Better later.
Everything is still ahead.
Come on, it's hot enough
Write about love.
My favorite Tamarka.
I'm sorry.
It's hard for me
no matter how good.
16 years already.
And I'm still nobody.
I will be 17 years old soon
And what could I do?
And what have I done?
What feat have I accomplished?
Why have I lived for 16 years?
There are rays of
dreams in my soul
In the midst of the darkness of loneliness
Psychology of throwing
Creative writing.
How naive I was
And how funny he loved
Yes, I've changed a little now.
I don't have many friends.
I was too strict with them.
How naive I was.
But I said goodbye to her.
We will gain wisdom over the years
Let 's leave naivety in youth
We will find friends and comrades.
We fully know life.
Here is man and here is nature
Light, rays, rustling leaves.
Of course, from year to year
You and I will be better.
It was a year ago with Tamarka
I've matured more this year
And my view is already unclouded
I see the world more and more clearly.