We were tied together on this day,
Nineteen eighty five, third of May,
A glimpse of you on that fateful day,
Made me fall in your charms’ way.
We are now thirty years away,
From that fateful day;
But for me, even today,
It’s nineteen eighty five, third of May.
We embarked on our journey,
Faltering on the way,
But we saw together,
Every moment, sad or gay.
Of all those thirty long years,
Some were merry; some had tears,
But that’s life, as we know:
Equal measure of joy and woe.
We are under clouds today,
Leave me not on the way,
Sun will shine again,
Let’s wait for that day.
Let’s bring hope and keep despair away,
Trust me my sweetheart, not far is the day
When, we shall see again;
Nineteen eighty five, third of May.
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