It's finally a fact,
I know I'm an adult,
I now have to take care
with work and money and time.
The years are over
of lazing around and learning,
innocent fooling around,
being drunk and happy.
I have a wife, a child,
a purpose to live for,
but yesterday I thought for a moment:
where is my best friend?
With whom I at the time
attacked life
and learned French themes
and with the same regret
it I knew the girl who stole our hearts and then got engaged to a third-year student. That boy from my class who was older in years. and therefore more experienced,
whose book it was
which was found later one day
by father,
in which were those pictures
on which you saw everything.
br/>The friend who shared all the fun
and worries with me,
the toughness we played,
the first cigarette.
The first chaste kiss
received from a girl
in exchange for the chocolate ice cream,
for which she was willing to do it.
The friends from that time,
where have they gone now?
And sometimes I think:
have I lost myself?
The innocence of a child
only seeing what is true,
what friendship is for each other
while later you find
that everything is different
than before in your dreams,
nothing came of it,
so you were mistaken.
I too asked if let
that song be sung
by the best good boy,
but with a heart full of hatred.
Where have my friends gone
whom I trusted effortlessly,
on whom I built dreams?
I am unfortunately alone now.
Because I now know,
you can't rely on anyone,
you can't trust anyone,
so I just dream,
so I just dream
and forget.

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