Traces (исполнитель: Classics IV)
Faded photographs, Covered now with lines and creases, Tickets torn in half, Memories and bits and pieces, Traces of love Long ago That didn`t turn out right Traces of love... Ribbons from her hair, Souvenirs of days together, The rings she used to wear, Pages from an old love letter, Traces of love Long ago That didn`t turn out right Traces of love With me tonight. I close my eyes And say a prayer That in her heart she`ll find trace of love still there, Somewhere.... [bad word] Traces of hope In the night That [bad word] back and dry These traces of tears >From my heart.