And I divide minutes into seconds,
Seconds - for moments, and vice versa.
Three write, two in the mind, how boring it is!
And at the same time, it is painfully pleasant.
And I count the days before our meeting:
One, two, three, four, five - a week,
And believe me, this is not easier
In the empty short twilight of April.
I will learn the multiplication table,
Somehow I will master actions with fractions.
No special skill needed
When so lucky with the teachers.
And I count the days before our meeting:
One, two, three, four, five - a week,
And believe me, this is not easier
In the empty short twilight of April.
But it's like water in a mortar
It is pointless to crush, twisted in dreams ...
Was once small and stupid
And she easily lived, counting up to two.
And I count the days before our meeting:
One, two, three, four, five - a week,
And believe me, this is not easier
In the empty short twilight of April.
