Текст песни Скрябин - Стар Фотографії

It seems sho it was so long ago,
When the hands holding the album,
It was absolutely still,
Not having anything to have around.

For the money not only to buy time
It is all of us methodically podilyv-
Someone he dropped someone raised,
And there whom all scored.

Old photos on table schedules,
Children tell funny stories,
And do not forget the real friends - Call,
For good or bad they are with you always.

Cheap beer and dry wine
Made us happy people.
I wonder if the Polish Radio
We opened a unknown world.

We all lived as if it was a dream
And you can be forever young
And there was only this album,
And dreams scattered like smoke.

Old photos on table schedules,
Children tell funny stories,
And do not forget the real friends - Call,
For good or bad they are with you always.

We played a primitive music,
So honestly matched broke to tears ...
Waited sho will come a time
When the feet collapse the whole world.

Watch stubbornly years counted
And since each could and did,
Only in the album all in a row,
We will be like then.