Текст песни Константин Доня - фотоальбом

The memory is spreading for many years,
what was once vanity is now nonsense
we are forever young until paper pats time
there will be a photo as a keepsake this is our award

hey bro come on sad less amigo
our names are forever in the red book
we will be remembered for a long time flipping through these pages
I remember this way to Moscow from the province

I want to get drunk, looking at the old photo
whether youth leaves or catches something else
inexplicable but in the very center of striking
holding a matte shot over the years rotting

- My old album keeps the origins of memory from the heart you want to go back but the doors are already closed there and even no money will help
because only in the photo we remain young

So tears roll, eyes are already wet
I’ll look at my 17 years, which were important
okay time to reality sadness leave for later
I get up tired, close the dusty album

remember how they screamed together once and for all
in the hands of the same photo group my tenth A
time has passed 2020 I look still young
Yes, and I'm still a damn kid

- My old album keeps the origins of memory from the heart you want to go back but the doors are already closed there and even no money will help
because only in the photo we remain young

leafing through the album pages annoyingly
my brothers, while one family and we live all at home
further with Diman, at graduation came to me
now it’s only a memory, kingdom to you is heaven

I look further stop asked
when fishing on trips all over Russia
in the company of 4 friends like ordinary people
stumbled upon her photo remember sad about her

ok, everything went wrong because we are learning
only memory does not give rest then we suffer
fate is a lovebird my age is my joker
a couple of seconds more memories then wilted

time takes its own, takes youth
everyone deserves the best of it my story
there is only anger sad and I'm alone in the house
all life in frames is a pity that in one album

- My old album keeps the origins of memory from the heart you want to go back but the doors are already closed there and even no money will help
because only in the photo we remain young