I think he must have been eighteen, he was as fragile as a dream Strong as a man Seeing the summer in his eyes, I left my autumns as it flies Like grey of silence I added make-up to my face as if to color some disgrace I saw him smiling Rainbows and colors of the spring, I would have given anything To win his loving I think he must have been eighteen, a movie star or any screen It makes him careless He never said a word of love, he thought that's speaking about love Was only worthless And then as if a lie were new, he simply whispered "I want you Let's stay together" We drifted slowly through the night, I never knew a love more right Not since not ever I think he must have been eighteen, it makes him vain and almost mean He's looking abusing Without a word he slowly dressed, leaving me to my loneliness My share of loosing I could have try to make him mine, I let him go without a sign My fake was lying He said "I am not the kind you thought", love is for grown-ups after all I felt like crying I added make-up to my face as if to color some disgrace I saw him smiling I had forgotten in a dream that I was almost twice eighteen.