Bygone days like foliage
Withered, fallen into the night;
And they deceased forever,
No one can save them anymore!
Bygone days - you can't undo them
No scientific method has beed invented,
But we're not looking for the ways unrevealed,
And we sit at home, passionless about this!
This mischievous April's New Moon
Brightened up all horizon!
But we don't trust it anymore,
It will not bring us anything anyway...
Once we dreamed at break of day
About magical yards, ah!
But all this things came over you
Merely as night phantasms.
We've been looking for a place
Where people don't have any worries!
Happiness is a thing
That no one have ever had!
This mischievous April's New Moon
Brightened up all horizon!
But we don't trust it anymore,
It will not bring us anything anyway...