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Because When You Grow Old
Because When You Grow Old
No one knocks at your door
Nor a stream with silver fish
Nor a wet young foal eye
Not an apple in bloom, nobody
Just me
When you get old
Like a cloud in your coffee
I will come in a romper coat
And I will cut when you my name slips away
And it starts slowly, by itself
The last tear for me
One after another the trains
They pass slowly
As you usually put
Kacune into the windows
It seems to me that the moon
Ramadan is starting
Ooo, it's a bit sad
When you get old
Just me
When you get old
Like a cloud in your coffee
I'll come in a coat
And I'll hear when my name slips away from you
And it starts slowly, by itself
The last tear for me
One for other trains
Slowly passing
As usual
Knocks on the windows
It seems to me that the month
Ramadan is starting
Ooo, it's a bit sad
When you get old