| When you are with yourself, you need to be quieter | 
| So that no one hears what your thoughts are about | 
| To put in place. | 
| who is yours and who is superfluous | 
| What did they bring into my life? | 
| I will open my old photo album | 
| Children's photos, notes in it | 
| Old friends, strong family | 
| I look further - my first love. | 
| I look at her and for some reason feel sad | 
| She's also good - a strange feeling | 
| And it hasn't changed much over the years | 
| This is probably a short-term ticket to the past. | 
| Our school years and our graduation, | 
| And here I sneak her home | 
| All my friends then laughed, said: "It will pass" | 
| But no one will return our first love. | 
| Someone has achieved heights, someone has fallen face down in the dirt | 
| Everything has changed so much and it's not our power | 
| What friends have shared, what love has changed | 
| Only they did not apologize to their parents. | 
| Forgive me father, I was guilty then | 
| I want to go back to my childhood, but there is no way back | 
| I so now want to turn everything differently | 
| And I ask only one thing, do not forget me. | 
| Yes, I'm a prodigal dream, I don't understand a lot | 
| Yes, I will give myself bumps and later I will realize | 
| The depth of your orders and the meaning of your words, | 
| But then the word of the boys was more authoritative. | 
| Forgive moms for tears at night | 
| Yes, sometimes he returned home drunk to smithereens | 
| And too many rude words escaped my lips | 
| Well, what have I achieved, I'm empty inside. | 
| My heart is filled with someone else's soul | 
| Although the mother must be filled with you | 
| After all, someday we will grow old ourselves | 
| Dad-mom, shoulder and heart we are with you ... |