Текст песни Скрябин - Старі фотографії.мінус

it seems that it was so long ago
when I hold this album in my hands
we didn't care at all
having nothing to have everything

money does not buy only time
he methodically divided us all
someone he lowered someone raised
and there is someone to score at all

old photos on the table schedules
children's stories funny tell
and don't forget to make real friends - call
for they are always good or bad with you

cheap beer and dry wine
made us happy people
and like a miracle Polish radio
that unknown world opened up to us

we all lived as if it were a dream
and you can be forever young
and only this album remained
and dreams flew like smoke

old photos on the table schedules
children's stories funny tell
and don't forget to make real friends - call
for they are always good or bad with you

we played primitive music
so honestly she would burst into tears
waited for such a moment to come
when the whole world falls at your feet

the clock stubbornly counted the years
and everyone did as he could
and only in the album all in a row
we will be like then