Anatoliy Mokrenko. Olexander Bilash songs.

From the very first minute I began to tremble somewhere inside – no, it is not nostalgia, it is some light sadness, or transparent melancholy. No, it is not that sadness, which appears because time and youth fly by so quickly, but when they fly by, it seems to you they fly by so slowly. No. All that is whim of memory, in addition, whim of biased memory, which does not like to remember troubles, it wants to remember only sentimental episodes. No. All that is fuss. Simply it is autumn now. Simply because yesterday the sky was high and blue, and today the rain pulls it down to the earth. Simply because the wind has changed and carried those words, which we had to say but failed, away from us. Simply, if you want to let somebody go, you must remember. Not every minute, but in full. And to open your hands, and to say "Come here!". And to become free. It has nothing to do with devastation. On the contrary, it is more like filling in – filling in with something new, with a new quality of perception. These are the reflections on a free topic, which were excited by an amazingly beautiful voice from the past. Hi to everybody.