Stormy days. Buzy nites.
I'm so young. Spring is in the height
And the winter is so far away.
I shall never say:
“So goodbye my Youth!
I've just grasp'd what I've been losin'!
So long my favourites!
What I kept? - Only memory...”
Nothin' is wrong but nothin' is right -
Too much clouds are in the sky.
Is this a partin' time?
“So goodbye my Youth!
I've just grasp'd what I've been losin'!
So long my favourites!
What I kept? - Only memory...”
I'm so young. Spring is in the height
And the winter is so far away.
I shall never say:
“So goodbye my Youth!
I've just grasp'd what I've been losin'!
So long my favourites!
What I kept? - Only memory...”
Nothin' is wrong but nothin' is right -
Too much clouds are in the sky.
Is this a partin' time?
“So goodbye my Youth!
I've just grasp'd what I've been losin'!
So long my favourites!
What I kept? - Only memory...”