I used to dream of mountains and rain…
I used to dream of life without pain.
I used to dream of endless summer days,
I used to dream of man with handsome face…
I used to dream of long and lovely way
To some romantic city far away…
I used to fall in love with shining eyes,
But all I want right now is being wise.
And if you leave your city for a month,
You will get used to careless life at once!