In my memory, I can still see that face In my memory, I can still hear the voice I remember talking with you, the stories I could tell In my memory, I
my mind my eyes are like to fading ravens on a snowfilled sky my features are as dying and fading as the rivers of love This is the pain called sorrow
Traduction: L'appel. Mémoire.
Traduction: Ophthalamia. C'est la souffrance Appelé Sorrow / A la mémoire de Me.
In my memory I can still see that face In my memory I can still hear the voice I remember talkin' with you The stories I could tell In my memory, I remember
ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh [Chris Brown:] You're becoming a dream to me Fairytale fantasy Nothing can ever compare An image to my memory Girl I'm asking
don't have to explain the reasons This is me I know your mind can change like the seasons Go your way I know the world is calling your name boy It's okay
eh eh eh eh [Verse 2] Chris Brown: You becoming a dream to me a fairy tale fantasy, nothin can ever compare an image to my memory. Gurl I've asked u
ella eh eh eh eh eh eh [Chris Brown] You're becoming a dream to me Fairytale fantasy Nothing can ever compare An image to my memory Girl I'm asking
re smellin' dro you know that I'm in the vicinity Flawless with symmetry Yea, since elementary niggas bite the style like they tryna swap identities Empty refrigerators all I see up in my memory
, So get your mind clear, Yeah, Yeah, That good music man, we gotta hear, So we could get the vibe high, like a light gear, Or maybe, Fly high like five deer, Call
on And you are yours and I'm mine I'll see you somewhere in my dreams I'm moving on So thanks for all the memories I'm moving on And you can call me
would have someone you could call your own Yes, my memory don't me fail on me baby You know I'll remember the day you left Yeah, my memory don't
so tired, so tired baby And you wanted someone you could call your own But memories don't fail me woman I remember the day you left Oh my memories
see Without you Baby, I feel so happy You see And for the first time in my life, I feel like I can be me Verse 2 I trashed my memories of you
Well, ain't it a shame That our short little memories Never seem to learn The message of history We keep makin' the same mistakes Over and over and over
