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Passing, that age, where nothing is true,
little things, become sorrows, I won't forget the fifteen years.

You too, will feel, what I felt before,
don't worry, because at twenty, your tears will be laughter.

With time I understand, how beautiful it is,
to live those days, from fifteen to twenty.

You see, dry your cheeks, think that
every minute you must enjoy it, the fifteen years won't come back.

Chorus.

With time I understand, how beautiful it is,
to live those days, from fifteen to twenty.

Passing, that age, where nothing is true,
little things, become sorrows, I won't forget the fifteen years.

Little things, become sorrows, I won't forget the fifteen years.