Years are like a flock of swans
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Fly away forever...
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Remember... Those who were with you
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Remember... In whom you once believed Remember the people who have become forgotten by time,
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But nevertheless, they were noted in the crown of the head by those
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Who in moments of weakness could become your strength
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Keep the memory of them in your heart unshakably
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Remember every one you called your love
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Even out of stupidity, without thinking, even naively
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Some of them won't remember your name now,
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But the rest have not forgotten, the trace is indelible
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Leaving behind in the hearts of girls, remember
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Each of them dreamed of great love,
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And to break a dream means to break someone's life
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And if you broke someone, then you sinned
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Remember the old district, remember the rickety five-story building
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And a playground in the yard, where every day with the guys
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At first, the balls were hurriedly chased,
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And having matured, they began to gather to drink beer
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Remember those who opened up to you, because for them
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You have become more than a man from the crowd
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And know that years will not erase you from their memory
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After all, you are dear to them. |
They won't forget, and you remember them
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Fate is unpredictable, brother, you'll see the time
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Scatters us in all directions, their topics
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Everyone will have different ones, remember, wherever you are
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Do not forget with whom we were related in salt and bread
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Remember all your actions, that with gray strands
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Settled in a scattering of salt on the mother's hair
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Do you want to know where is heaven? |
Paradise under her feet
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And let the last day be when you forget your mother
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And if I'm wrong, then there will be someone to correct
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We love every little thing that we created ourselves
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And somewhere between the abyss and heaven, we are judged
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God, he created us, which means he loves
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Remember...
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Departed from life ...
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And those who fell low...
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Far and near...
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Remember...
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Father's Thoughts
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In a foreign land Fatherland
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Favorite whims
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Remember friends, enemies, remember distant, loved ones
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Those who fly high and those who fall low
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So that once you meet your father in heaven
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You were able to look into his eyes, into his eyes
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Remember friends, enemies, remember distant, loved ones
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Those who fly high and those who fall low
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So that once you meet your father in heaven
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You were able to look into his eyes, into his eyes |