First love comes
First love at fourteen
And so the school years go
Outside the window is spring, a golden dawn
Watercolor paints and brushes
Algebra physics, geometry
empty thoughts in my head
In your head, love story
We will meet with you at the graduation meeting
At the prom meeting there will be cool
We will meet with you at the graduation meeting
Kolya will be there, Olya will be there
Natasha, Katya, Karina, Dima, Vova and Marina
The last bell has rung
The bell rang for class
Behind the last desk in the class
I sit and feel sad, next door to Asya
The teacher asks a question
I know exactly the answer, not a question
All the guys raise their hands
Buzzing outside the window, May beetles
We will meet with you at the graduation meeting
At the prom meeting there will be cool
We will meet with you at the graduation meeting
Kolya will be there, Olya will be there
Natasha, Katya, Karina, Dima, Vova and Marina
Kolya will be there, Olya will be there
Natasha, Katya, Karina, Dima, Vova and Marina
Kolya will be there, Olya will be there
Natasha, Katya, Karina, Dima, Vova and Marina
