Return me playful childhood, I ask... 2025.
Мои стихи и ИИ. Перевод Миледи Ольги. Return me playful childhood, I ask... in my soul, you'll linger one trice. Let today, you allowed undress, to delete from my body all lies... I'm just play, in unserious life, but let me rest, for a little while, Barefoot run through paradise, by reckless steps, for a little guy. Chorus But around, just problems endless, those ones, that I'm doing myself. What the aim & purpose in world, in which you, like a pea, is too small... Smile, in merging with universe, look at gift, and at piece of pie, Sitting on my dady's lap, I sigh... about empty, but so important chat... In my momy's arms - I liked to bathe, in dreams to see fairy tale of grandma.... With excited finger, to a photo to touch... on it's my grandpa, who died in the war. Chorus But around, just problems endless, those ones, that I'm doing myself. What the aim & purpose in world, in which you, like a pea, is too small... Something ached, in my chest inside, & my heart became warm and light. And somehow is sad, my child time, but it came at your request with smile... Chorus But around, just problems endless, those ones, that I'm doing myself. What the aim & purpose in world, in which you, like a pea, is too small...
Мои стихи и ИИ. Перевод Миледи Ольги. Return me playful childhood, I ask... in my soul, you'll linger one trice. Let today, you allowed undress, to delete from my body all lies... I'm just play, in unserious life, but let me rest, for a little while, Barefoot run through paradise, by reckless steps, for a little guy. Chorus But around, just problems endless, those ones, that I'm doing myself. What the aim & purpose in world, in which you, like a pea, is too small... Smile, in merging with universe, look at gift, and at piece of pie, Sitting on my dady's lap, I sigh... about empty, but so important chat... In my momy's arms - I liked to bathe, in dreams to see fairy tale of grandma.... With excited finger, to a photo to touch... on it's my grandpa, who died in the war. Chorus But around, just problems endless, those ones, that I'm doing myself. What the aim & purpose in world, in which you, like a pea, is too small... Something ached, in my chest inside, & my heart became warm and light. And somehow is sad, my child time, but it came at your request with smile... Chorus But around, just problems endless, those ones, that I'm doing myself. What the aim & purpose in world, in which you, like a pea, is too small...