Буду Чудить

I choose this road to go a little wild
Without bright colors.
Life is far too
Tame and mild.
Let calendar pages keep
Moving on.
My soul keeps singing.
Time keeps racing on.
The years can never
Hold me back nor rush
Deep in me
I carry
My inner harmony
I'm breaking all the gray and stale conventions.
And
I greet each day as if
It were dawn.
For happiness that never
Were restrictions.
And going wild has no limits.
From now on, I will go wild.
Go wild.
Go wild.