Текст песни Кузьма Скрябин - Старі фотографії

Skryabin - Old photos

I think it was so long ago ...
When I hold the hands of our album
We did not care -
Having everything with nothing

We have time to share, how could
Money just can not buy it:
Who in the dirt fell someone raised
And some who had to score

Chorus:
You're the old pictures on the table decomposable
And children's stories tell funny
And loyal friends you do not forget - call
And in sorrow and in joy with you always, they

Inexpensive beer and wine
We do happy people
And like a miracle, the Polish Radio
We opened up the magical world

We lived well, as if it was a dream
And we can be young forever
There is only this here album
And all the dreams have vanished like smoke

Chorus.

Simple songs we played well,
What punched music to tears
And waiting for that will come a moment
When the whole world at his feet fall

Stubbornly our years are flying away
And each as best he could, as did
And only in that album everything
The same, we will, as it