Текст песни мем - Про первую любовь

In the first love of that boulder of stumbling ...
Collected from every past trace
Lay down on the only symbol of salvation -
In memory of the eternally worn portrait.

This is murderously unfair:
Somewhere once a year, or maybe two,
Come back again for the unpromising
Scribbling a non-native word again ...

Something breaks us right at the start
Something torments me to death
If you met love then,
But, alas, they could not save it.

(c) Meleshko Ekaterina