Old poems don?t rhyme Old mountaineers don?t climb Old summer sun don?t shine Old babies don?t cry Old racketeers don?t lie Old perfect matches don?t
Пераклад: Туман. Старое Сонца Летнія.
down on her knees cried till she prayed Mist was on the water low run the tide Janey held her son down at the riverside Waist deep in the water how bright the sun
red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winters
evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away Ah, softly we move through the shadows, slip away Through the trees crossing their lines in the mists
red His wife steps down with feet of lead And the sun shines down upon The old man whose days are done For a martyr has been taken He is old Juan de
don't have a clue what's left or right The soft dying Autumn touches everyone Life can be like a thunderstorm Somebody won't see the rainbow Sun and mists
