История первой любви на англ. языке

It is another boring day
it's raining in the world of grey
And time too slowly slips away
can't bear it, oh, hell!

The lesson seems to have no end
That's what I cannot comprehend
I take a pencil in my hand
I open (an) album, well...

Ref

I'm starting a story of my very first love
in a world of no worry and the skies with white doves
One day I hope to share it with You, but every time I try
I doubt: is it wrong or is it right

II
I see you looking in my eyes
My heart's a little butterfly
which starts to flutter flying higher
with every second higher

I wonder, do you feel the same?
D'you whisper in your dreams my name?
I don't have answers anyway...
no single hint, that's why...


Ref

I'm writing a story of my very first love
in a world of no worry and the skies with white doves
One day I hope to share it with You, but every time I try
I doubt: is it wrong or is it right


III

My story is too much ideal
but we can cope to make it real -
together turn a steering wheel
of our brigantine

And may be then one perfect day
we'll raise our sails and sail away
The warm wind helps to find a bay
where ony You and me...