My name is Vera Matveeva part II Childhood

For a detailed description look up the part I. Here you can see my English translation for this song: It came again as tasty as icicles from rooftops And crackled on my teeth and fell down ringing on the ground. It really came once more but I didn’t care to turn round And so my childhood’s nowhere, nowhere, nowhere to be found. The dandelions of my childhood shot me with their arrows And each one used to seem to me so fragile and so fine. But only now I find I’m wounded mortally, embarrassed To se