It's too far away, I miss the youth of the past. That youth of mine is in vain, My heart aches again.
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you My youth, my youth, my youth are still coming back Where is the hin, where is the hin, where is the hin of my youth My youth, my youth, my youth are still coming back.
2. White mists, white birches, Especially beautiful already that care. The needle that burns every day, Hubuenda is our usak.
3. In the light of that weed, My brother I saw was a Siberian. Such a beautiful husband, Guys in love