Now I am thirty...
These are fresh advances.
The years are rushing -
What's a silly fun!
But I've just got uncertain sircumstances,
The night-time' waiting of the rising sun.
Chorus:
Where are you rushing, oh, my troublesome life?
To towns or countries where I'll be alive?
Stars are falling like the gold,
But tomorrow will be cold,-
You never stop it, never hold.
It will come something any minute near,
Mysterious wonders from the space.
But they've not come.
And flakes have fallen here
And quickly rushed by scabes to my old face...
Chorus.
Now I Am Thirty...
© Copyright: Юрий Розвадовский, 2008
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