Александр РыбакMemories

Memories of your lingerie on the floor.
I cannot take this anymore.
God, I gotta move on.
They keep telling me: I gotta move on.

I spend every day
dreaming of us.
But when I wake up
there is nobody there.

But memories of your love.
All what's left is memories of your love.
I can't bear those memories of your love
when you still were mine.