A poor man with a glass of wine There are kids passing him by Looking at his gloomy eyes We know it's hard sometimes
They all laugh and cry They all live like a cat, a cat Maybe it's good for you and good for me
Burning years are gone with wind Then they drink a bottle of beer Sun is shining on their faces Pretty much it's alright
Sometimes we don't get The meaning of being lonely, lonely Maybe it's good for you and good for me
If i were old, would you love, love me as before If i were dead, would you cry, make a grave, put my body in In that grave, by yourself, it's alright
If i were old, would you tell, tell me as a friend If i were dead, would you cry, cry for me and give me a kiss I would smile in the dream, for you for you for you
