Souvenir (Как я встретил вашу маму)

Текст песни Billy Joel - Souvenir (Как я встретил вашу маму)

A picture postcard
A folded stub
A program of the play

File away
The photographs
Of your holiday

And your mementos
Will turn to dust
But that's the price
You'll pay

For every year's
A souvenir
That slowly fades away

Every year's
A souvenir
That slowly fades away