You stand little friend, on an empty stage
Where no one has time to light
Your life is a book, full of blank pages
Where nothing happened
What is going to happen?
You are sixteen, seventeen years old
The question is, what do you want?
Do you know what guys think and like
Liesle, your time is now
You are sixteen, seventeen years old
Soon they will be on ¥ lut
Guys who grin, lads who grin
Waiting for their turn
Are you far from prepared
For what is to happen
Innocent, shy and afraid are you
For the world as it is
Someone should hold your hand
Soon the thunder begins to pass
I am seventeen years old, almost eighteen
You can trust me
I am sixteen, seventeen years old
Maybe I'm naive
Guys I meet
Finds me cute but quite impulsive
I'm sixteen , seventeen years old
Innocent as a lamb
No one I know among my friends
Knows anything about sin and shame
Far from now on I am prepared
For whatever may happen
Innocent, shy and afraid I am
For the world that it is
Someone I want to hold my hand
When the thunder starts to fall
You are seventeen years old, almost eighteen
I dare to trust you
Someone I want to hold in the hand
When the thunder starts to fall
You are seventeen years, almost eighteen
I can trust you

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