Обещаю - Фотоальбом
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In one small cozy city
In a gray old house of the same type
On the wall cold and tattered
Photos of relatives of the deceased

Someone's childhood will pass in this strange place and the end is known
The portrait will be hung nearby

So that someone could tell in a year about how people lived years ago

Flip through the photo album
There are people without names
And their life story
Captured on film
Tell me about those who look into your eyes
Who lived a hundred years ago
And give this to your child


All our lives we leave traces
Hoping to preserve your memory
But these files are harmful to the system, so the computer is unlikely to leave them

He watched them at the touch of a button
And all the stories will fade into oblivion
All this will go to the furnace
And grandmother's favorite portraits

Look, this is the one to whom I owe my life
Exactly like you
We go to his grave
We leave sweets and flowers

Live without trying to fill up your computer's memory
It's already overcrowded
They won't remember us anyway
We would at least remember something


Flip through the photo album
There are people without names
And their life story
Captured on film
Tell me about those who look into your eyes
Who lived a hundred years ago
And give this to your child