Песня «Memories» It is easy for me to breathe; I think it was that year. Good, bad, sad and joyful. Memories. That was easy or even difficult for me sometimes. But I passed that year. They are memories. Memories. So dear to us. We think and cry together. We've been remembering for so long, but it's not fair, because this is the pure truth. There are also bad memories. They should be appreciated. To pack what was, and not to forget about them. After all, I remember them, both good and bad, at twelve forget about them. Forever and ever. Memories. So dear to us. We think and cry together. We've been remembering for so long, but it's not fair, because this is the pure truth. Let's not forget who we don't have anymore. After all, great-grandfathers and great-grandmothers. They have always loved us. They should be treated the same way. As they are to us. Memories. So dear to us. We think and cry together. We've been remembering for so long, but it's not fair, because this is the pure truth. We will remember what is gone and gone.