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.