Native Town

Remember how long ago it was? Remember your hometown? It was very depressing sometimes, But this was our favorite world. Now it seems that all this was a dream, But I was never happier afterwards. Every street was beautiful and lovely And no one wanted to hurt anyone there. I remember my old house on Blue street Saffrons and an Apple tree bloomed under the window. I was so attached to that house, That I missed him every day afterwards. And I remember our gray house on New street, Where there was a lot of light and heat. There my youth was very stormy, I quickly grew up and went forward. As an adult, I went far away to study, I never went back to the old house. Faces disappear from memory And I see my youth only as a dream. Hometown on the back of the country, I love him with all my heart and soul, The memory of him is always strong My town always calls me home.