Lasts til twenty one.
Rushing past the window,
Like he's watching his own son.
Sixty years of sorrow
Brought five to six of bliss.
Left my mothers mother
Without so much as a kiss.
О важном я всегда буду говорить строчками из песен, я думаю.
Listen til he's twenty,
Lasts til twenty one.
Rushing past the window,
Like he's watching his own son.
Sixty years of sorrow
Brought five to six of bliss.
Left my mothers mother
Without so much as a kiss.
Lasts til twenty one.
Rushing past the window,
Like he's watching his own son.
Sixty years of sorrow
Brought five to six of bliss.
Left my mothers mother
Without so much as a kiss.