Author of quotes: Edita

I'm not a star. I audience's favorite artist.

The artist is not a right but a duty to go on stage beautiful.

In life nothing is impossible! You just have to know which door to knock.

We do not return in vain, do not wait.
There is on the planet other ways.
As we got older.
You have to believe us. And I'm sorry.

In the city this tale live.
Wal winds in the road name.
There we sometimes drove me crazy
pine -
to the sky,
to the sun -
home.
There through the snow was quietly winter...
Far song in our destiny,
gentle city
thank you!

Somewhere there is a city, quiet as a dream.
Dust is viscous at the breast included.
In slow river, the water like glass.
Somewhere there is a city where warm.
Our distant childhood passed there...
The middle of the night I hurry to the checkout station, the ticket asks for:
"For the first time in a thousand years give to childhood second-class ticket!.."
Quietly answer the cashier: "no Ticket..."

Night stars into the distance floating on the blue river
Morning stars burn out without a trace.
Only song remains with the person
Song - true friend is yours forever.
Through years, through distance,
On any road, in any direction,
The song you don't say goodbye,
The song is not saying goodbye to you.

And fly by page page
The present day milestones
And home album is
A photocopy of our destiny.
Someone suddenly us apart
With someone meeting gave a glimpse.
Life to start,
Look in the family album.

Years, the rapid rolling down the hills,
And bring them back up is not given.
Behind us, as in the saying,
There were a lot of bridges burned.
All we hold dear - every little
Every moment in the background, either.
All is not lost,
Save the family album.

Oh, that just was not there with us!
The first step of the first class, the first waltz.
All that you will not tell words,
Pictures say about us.
Things we forgot
How many again forget then.
To remember what we were like
Create a family album.

We have to live with the memories,
Though years have passed not to return.
While living, we will not cease,
Try to look in tomorrow.
We have to live with the memories,
What her father had,
And nothing we seem to be recent
All our living days.

We have to live with the memories,
While the soul full of hope.
While snowdrops early
Another disturbing spring!
We have to live with the memories,
Not enough roads ahead...
And let the future goodbye
Give birth to the music of love!

We have to live with the memories,
What her father had,
Live, as before, expectations
Haven't greeted the dawn.

Handsome man is not a man.