Anniversary Blues
Once in my childhood I’ve been told:
“Amassing goodies makes you bored”.
My thirty years have turned to gold.
But I don’t care where it’s stored.
I’m free to fly,
Because I’m free to fall.
Too young to die,
Too old to rock and roll.
When good and bad are just the same
There is no need to be so wise.
No matter how I play the game –
The looser always takes my prize.
The stakes are high -
But I will pay the toll.
Too young to die
Too old to rock and roll.
On way to Sun you fly through frost.
And if I fail – it’s not my guilt.
My paradise is never lost –
Well, I assume it’s just not built.
Let’s give a try -
And you will see it all!
Too young to die!
Too old to rock and roll!
“Amassing goodies makes you bored”.
My thirty years have turned to gold.
But I don’t care where it’s stored.
I’m free to fly,
Because I’m free to fall.
Too young to die,
Too old to rock and roll.
When good and bad are just the same
There is no need to be so wise.
No matter how I play the game –
The looser always takes my prize.
The stakes are high -
But I will pay the toll.
Too young to die
Too old to rock and roll.
On way to Sun you fly through frost.
And if I fail – it’s not my guilt.
My paradise is never lost –
Well, I assume it’s just not built.
Let’s give a try -
And you will see it all!
Too young to die!
Too old to rock and roll!
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