This is the story of a Saturday
Of no matter what month
And of a man sitting at the piano
Of no matter what old coffee.
He takes the glass and His hands shake .
Play again old loser
You make me feel good
The night that your song is so sad
It tastes of defeat and honey
Every time the mirror the wall
It makes his skin look younger
His eyes and his childhood light up
He comes to play with him
But there are always drunks with drool
They remind him of who he was
The youngest master at the piano
Defeated by a woman
La ra la la la la la la......
She He was always afraid to take root
That his wings could be cut off
And in the cage he was stuck in, his life was leaving him
And he wanted to test his strength
He does not regret that he took bad steps
Although he never wishes him harm
But at times he hits the piano with fury
And there are some who have seen him cry
La ra la lara la lara la lara la....... .
Play again old loser
You make me feel good
The night your song is so sad
It tastes like defeat and honey
The microphone smells like beer
br/>And the heat could be cut
Dark loners looking for a partner
Hustling for one more Saturday
There is a man clinging to a piano
The emotion soaked in alcohol
The emotion soaked in alcohol
br/>And a voice that tells him: âyou look tiredâ
And the sun hasn't even risen yet
La ra larala la la la lara la......
Play again old loser
You make me feel good
The night your song is so sad
It tastes of defeat and honey

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS