It was same may - some cold and pretty hot. I'm stayin' near the underground and smoking as in last may.

There were pop-punk in pleer, but now it's full of French pop and strange English electro.

Different dreams were in head, but sweet sad was there too.

Last may I finished school, this may I’m startin' new life.

I sorry about only one thing - I never’ll be the same kid like that may.

The may is so same and so deferent...