In the old days, we used to cry, our hearts were renewed, our happiness and unhappiness were measured again, in the old days, we did not have so much apprehension, I remember that we did not sow tomorrows wheat today, I remember that it is possible to reach the same day again, it is possible to breathe again with a happy heart, it is possible to breathe again
with a happy heart, in
the old days, the dreams of birds were not disturbed, even in the cage of life, no one was imprisoned in the post. The sadness of loneliness does not feather, its claws do not touch the last string, in the old days, the house was in our house, I remember our cries and laughter were the same sound, I remember people console me from the nightmare of homesickness, help
me to believe in a dream, say that I can reach the same day again, can I breathe again
with a good heart, say that I can reach the same day again, can I breathe
again with a happy heart
, old The dreams of the birds would not be disturbed, they would not even be imprisoned in the cage of life, no one would feathered in the sadness of loneliness, his claws would not touch the last wire, in the old days, the house was in our house, I remember that our cries and laughter were the same sound, I remember people console me from the nightmare of homesickness , help me to believe in a dream
, say that it is possible to reach the same day again, it can be breathed again with a happy heart, say that it can be done. Again, it
is possible to breathe with a good heart once again.
