Home, Sweet Home

Some things are painfully memorable, These are the sweet moments of years gone by, When we lived without knowing our share, But you can't buy a ticket there anymore. I was born under lucky stars In the house on the corner. This house is forever filled with dreams It is like a beacon, cutting through the mist. .. I remember the street from my childhood, Where the first friends lived, Forever there was the summer And there's something left of me. My home, my sweet home, Stores forgotten stories and things, It's so good and it has a garden in it, I remember and my heart flutters. That wonderful sky-colored house It will remain only in the memory and heart. Our album doesn't store photos about it, It was not left in its original place. I will always remember sweet home, Where she hid her toys under the bed. What a pity that we are growing fast, And childhood is remembered with sadness.