In high school I thought
that I would never learn English, not a word.
Not speaking about algebra, geometry and physics,
It was like ancient manuscripts,
Nothing is clear, the teacher is thinking about school reputation and God.
With tutors and bribes
Somehow I graduated from the school.
And now, years later,
That time is only memories,
What was right, what wasn't...
English speaking country is now my home.
I can write, express myself,
Future is the surprise, roads I will go and drive,
With baby in my mind, few people I am very care.
Don't you want to see what's tomorrow,
The best days, new moments, everything great,
Chance is a chance.
There is only one way,
Simply go:)
