Every brother, every friend,
Every color’s gonna fade to grey.
In the memory of passed away
We will rise and we will stand.
Do you hear their lonely flute
In the symphony of life?
Like a fire in the rain,
Like the story worth of thousand tears,
Every face that slowly disappears,
Still we want them back again.
Do you hear their lonely flute
In the symphony of life?
Did they leave with no goodbye?
Do you want them back again?
Will you miss or will you cry?
Do you want them back again?
© Andrew Mosckalev, 31.08.2022
In The Memory Of Passed Away
© Copyright: Андрей Москалёв, 2022
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