There's nothing left for me of days that used to be I live in memory among my souvenirs
Some letters tied in blue, a photograph or two I see a rose from you among my souvenirs
A few more tokens rest within my treasure chest And though they do their best to give me consolation
I count them all apart and as the teardrops start I find a broken heart among my souvenirs
I count them all apart and as the teardrops start I find a broken heart among my souvenirsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
