A song for you the song,
singing old-fashioned,
with beautiful memories
the burrow,
beneath it all in a vacuum,
and the patina of time.
I still remember it,
How were you already at a young age
so old-fashioned.
Sing thou me someone
a song so old-fashioned.
We can join together
the chorus, where time
patinoi sunsets.
In my soul the past years
brightly major, minor
in turn rang.
So I will sing,
I sing as partner
lost whooper swan.
Grandpa plays his violin in my mind.
Lightly he takes over the strings of the
violin bow.
Grandmother banjoon he grasps,
he is unable to provide a light-hearted melody.
Memories of my mind time again
how to bring.
old memories
my soul gets
it is nutritious, joyful,
food.
A song for you the song,
singing old-fashioned,
with beautiful memories
the burrow,
beneath it all in a vacuum,
and the patina of time.
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