How quickly youth has flown,
As if fell with Apple tree color.
Carried the in the future strong wings,
Happy was have them flight.
And dreams it was then many,
Soul sang the young.
And every day was like a holiday,
A path led to the future.
The fruit appeared on the trees
A ray of the sun fell on them.
And the lakes were pouring,
Around vipal gentle laughable.
There were UPS and downs,
There was a strong family.
Durable went the roots
And hard was the ground.
As the autumn leaves dropped,
Appeared in her hair gray.
Erected by the sons and daughters,
And in heart of still spring...