„T here’s a white house in a town
Old and scared and tumbled down
I can build it up once more
That’s what memories are for
There’s a fire, a chair, a dream
Was I six- or seventeen
As the years go by you’ll find
Time plays tricks upon the mind
White house joy will disappear
What became of yesteryear
With my mother and my father there
I knew love was everywhere
Was it hate that closed the door
What do children know of war
Old and scared and tumbled down
Gone the white house in the town
White house joy will disappear
What became of yesteryear
With my mother and my father there
I knew love was everywhere
There’s a white house in a town
Old and scared and tumbled down
I can build it up once more
That’s what memories are for
That’s what memories are for
The white house”
(Vicky Leandros)