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