I waited for spring
 So clear and clean.
 I waited for fresh air.
 Now all streets are wet,
 Fog is making me sad
 And I think it is not fair.

 I hoped my friends
 Will come to my place.
 Together we"ll have good time.
 But they left me alone.
 They left me on my own.
 And I think it"s an awful crime!

 He was my dream.
 I was dream of him.
 But his letters became so rare!
 He says: it"s your fancy.
 He met somebody else.
 And I think it is not fair!