Photo Album

I leaf through the photo album with sadness, Where does the past childhood hide, Here I am riding my father, Here I am laughing, falling right into the dough. Here is a photo of my friends, Where we look for secrets in a wreck, We were a storehouse of ideas back then, And they were deaf to the call of reason. I look at the footage of the great days, Which I will not return to, There childhood and youth drive horses And I will turn away with a sense of pain. Friends all grew up long ago, They have a family, a career, and children… They're all doing well And they keep the past a secret. And there are photos of friends, Which have already gone for eternity, Getting into a row of forgotten people, Which quietly go to infinity. I look at these photos, And longing squeezes my heart. Time takes away all privileges We are all equally consumed in its fire