Souvenirs - John Prine (约翰·普林)

All the snow has turned to water

Christmas days have come and gone

Broken toys and faded colors

Are all that's left

To linger on

I hate graveyards and old pawn shops

For they always bring me tears

I can't forgive the way they rob me

Of my childhood souvenirs

Memories they can't be boughten

They can't be won

At carnivals for free

Well it took me years

To get those souvenirs

And I don't know how

They slipped away from me

Broken hearts and dirty windows

Make life difficult to see

That's why last night and this mornin'

Always look the same to me

And I hate reading old love letters

For they always bring me tears

I can't forgive the way they rob me

Of my sweetheart's souvenirs

Memories they can't be boughten

They can't be won

At carnivals for free

Well it took me years

To get those souvenirs

And I don't know how

They slipped away f