Текст песни Скрябин - Старые фотографии

It seems that it's been so long
When in the hands I hold the album
We did not care
Not having anything to have everything

 Money can not buy time
It is all of us methodically divided
Who lowered it someone raised
And have someone do zabilo

 Old photographs on the table decomposable
Children tell stories funny
And real friends do not forget - call
For good or bad, they are always with you

 Cheap beer and dry wine
Makes us happy people
And if a miracle the Polish Radio
We opened up the unknown world

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

 Old photographs on the table decomposable
Children tell stories funny
And do not forget the best friend - call
For good or bad, they are always with you

 We played a primitive music
So honest that would be struck to tears
They waited a moment that will come
When the whole world will fall at his feet

 Watch stubbornly year considered
And every so how could and did
And only in the album all shkyad
We will be like then