Старі фотографії [Stari fotohrafiyi] [English translation]

It seems it was so long ago,

When I hold this album in my hands.

We cared about nothing at all,

Having nothing, we had everything.

The only thing money can’t buy is time,

It has orderly divided us,

It raised some of us, lowered some of us,

And didn’t do anything about some of us.

Refrain:

Put the old photos on the table,

Tell the funny childhood stories,

And don’t forget to phone your true friends,

Because when it’s good and when it’s bad, they’re always with you.

Cheap beer and dry wine

Made us happy people,

And, like a wonder, Polish radio

Opened the unknown world to us.

All of us lived as if it was a dream,

And you can be forever young,

But only this album left,

And dreams have scattered away like smoke.

Refrain.

We played primitive music

So honestly, that it would bring people to tears,

We waited for a moment to come

When the whole world will fall to our feet.

The clock has been stubbornly counting the years,

And everyone did what they could.

But only in the album all of us

Well remain the same as we were back then.