When I was sixteen

When I was sixteen, I loved a pretty girl,

Pretty in all mean, pretty heart pretty voice.

Pretty face and pretty skin.

I recognize her by her pretty aroma,

When she comes before I have seen.

I flew away with her, b'coz it was age of teen.

She thought that it was, but I don’t think, it was sin.

I loved a pretty girl, when I was sixteen.