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Well, let's start on the holiday topics, folks...although I must admit to not feeling especially festive. This is Edita Piekha in 1988.

Lyrics translation:

Oh, the things that have happened to us
First step, first grade, first waltz
Everything that cannot be told in words
The photographs will tell about us

How many different things we have forgotten
How many things we will forget again
To remember how we used to be
Glance into the family photo album

The years roll quickly down the hill
And it is not given to us to bring them back
Behind us, as the saying goes,
Many bridges have been burned.

Everything, every trifle is dear to us,
Every moment that is now far away from us.
So that all these things would not get lost,
Preserve your family album.

The days fly, page after page,
The marking posts of our days,
And in the family album is kept
A photocopy of our fate.

How many times has it parted us
And gifted us a smile passing by
So that life would repeat from the beginning,
Glance into the family album.

How many different things we have forgotten
How many things we will forget again
To remember how we used to be
Glance into the family photo album

So that life would repeat from the beginning,
Preserve the family album.