youtube/watch?v=37fzTttmc7o Old man, my loved old man. My old man is a good guy He walks alone, waiting He has a long sadness From so much walking I look at him from a distance But we’re so different He grew up with the century With streetcars and red wine Old man, my dear old man You walk slowly now As if forgiving the wind I’m your blood, old man I’m your silence and your time He has sharp eyes And a heavy build Old age came upon him suddenly Without a carnival or celebration My years are new years The man’s years are old He carries his pain inside him And he has history without time Old man, my dear old man You walk slowly now As if forgiving the wind I’m your blood, old man I’m your silence and your time I’m your blood, old man I’m your silence and your time
Posted on: Sun, 15 Jun 2014 23:31:14 +0000
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