Александр Рыбак - Memories

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 whats left is memories of your love.

I cant bear those memories of your love

when you still were mine.