On the eve of my multiplication
I try to look back to the eve not twenty-six years ago
And I saw another man on the eve of his multiplication
I wonder if he looked back
Cause early the next morning there I was
And early tomorrow morning there you'll be
Someday you'll look back
On days filled with sunshine days filled with sorrow
Days filled with love sometimes you'll wonder if there'll be a tomorrow
You'll see books and toys and odd jobs of the little girls and boys
And sometimes you'll hate mе sometimes you'll love mе
Then someday you'll love as I have
Before you realize it as your father and my father
And his father and his father before him realized
That you're on the eve of your multiplication