On Sunday, the day began,
in May the whole world was alive,
there was a white cloud in the sky.
She was alone on the street,
there was no hurry ,
her step was dreamy.
She breathed in the warm air,
the gentle wind blew her hair,
he gently hugged her body.
And sunny Ţarek tickled
her nose, played with her face
and whispered along with the wind,
in love with her.
I have a girlfriend, she has a smile,
I have a girl, she has a look,
I have a girl, she has youth
and she is mine,
and she is mine.
On Sunday the day began,
in May the whole world was alive,
there was a white cloud in the sky.
She was alone on the street,
she was in no hurry,
her step was dreamy.
Playful sparkles in the eyes,
lightly lips into a smile,
a beautiful memory crept in quietly
of something she got,
of what happened,
maybe at a boy when she was with him,
and voice soft.
I have a girlfriend, she has a smile,
I have a girlfriend, she has a look,
I have a girlfriend, she has youth
and she is mine,
and she is mine.
Too late the car stopped
and the scream in her throat died down,
her mouth shook against the pressure.
They turned her on her back,
her face was smashed with blood,
her eyes stared silently into the air.
And now I see her lying
all alone in the middle of everyone people,
the memory of her is forgotten even after the surrender.
And I hear the voice in my head again
which was heard then,
although only I heard it ,
well known to everyone.
I have a girl, she has a smile,
I have a girl, she has a look,
I have a girl, she has youth
now she is mine,
it's mine now.

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