Among the fields I find
The memories of my childhood
The smell of the wet land I remember
With many years away
The animals were walking on the street.
It was as if they were from everbody
Cycling was an adventure.
And my grandmother made me drink brandy for the flu
The neighbor sold pirated cds and no one accused him
My father had a garden and nobody stole anything.
The house was open even when no one was there
We were all different and no one was fighting
Nothing will ever be the same
But it does not mean that now it's worse.
Children receive a tablet at Christmas
And on the Internet they discover that the world is bigger
Nothing repeats itself
From the smell of the village food
To the taste of that chewing gum
All my childhood was no more than an epic
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