Константин Доня - фотоальбом - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The memory for many years is soldered,

what was once a bustle is now nonsense

we are forever young while the paper is not a conservation of time

There will remain a photo for memory this is our award

hey, let's be sad smaller amigo

Our names are listed forever in the Red Book

We will be remembered for a long time by leafing through these pages

I recall this path to Moscow from the province

I want to get drunk so, looking at the old photo

Either youth leaves or clings something else

inexplicable but in the very center beating

holding a matte picture in the hands over the years of rotting

- My old album stores the origins of memory from my heart you want to go back, but the doors are already closed there and even no money will help already

After all, only in the photo we remain young

A tear rolled like that, the eyes are already wet

I will look at my 17 years, what important were

okay, it's time to leave sadness for later

I'll go up tiredly, close the dusty album

I remember how they shouted together once and for all

In the hands of the very photo group my tenth and

time has passed 2020 I have been still young

Yes, and I'm still a kid pancake

- My old album stores the origins of memory from my heart you want to go back, but the doors are already closed there and even no money will help already

After all, only in the photo we remain young

I turn over the pages of the album

My brothers, while one family and live all the houses

Further with Diman, at the graduation came to me

Now there is only a memory, the kingdom is heavenly for you

I look at the next to stop asked

When fishing on traveling throughout Russia

The company has 4 friends like ordinary people

I stumbled upon her photo I remember sad about her

okay everything went on mistakes because we are learning

Only the memory of peace does not give then we suffer

fate is my age my joker

A couple of seconds of more memories then

time takes his own, picks up youth

everyone is worthy of the best about this my story

Only anger remains sad and I'm alone in the house

After all, all life in the frames is sorry that in one album

- My old album stores the origins of memory from my heart you want to go back, but the doors are already closed there and even no money will help already

After all, only in the photo we remain young