I remember so well it was the seventies I was
Happy as a child, with stubbled hair and a Mohican
Skateboard around town around town
The music we listen to ¥ was tough and was called punk,
Pajas beer and festivals we were free we were children of the seventies.
The people I met then were clones
Of me I see lv, with stubbled hair and the punk as
Our father, The people I meet now
are friends from before,
Cosmetic contours without colors.
I'm tired and now I want to sleep.
The second half of the seventies was the salvation for me,
Substitute for puberty was kicking I got from the seventies.
The people I met then were clones
Of myself, with stubbled hair and the punk like
Our father, Dom m People I meet now
Are friends from before,
Cosmetic contours without colors.
I'm tired and now I want to sleep.
I remember my seventies, sure the thought is banal,
But I was allowed to be free and think for myself,
I was just a kid with stubble and a Mohican, but damn< br/>What I want back?
The people I met then were clones
Of myself, with stubbled hair and the punk like
Our father , The people I meet now
are friends from before,
Cosmetic contours without colors.
The people I meet then were clones
Of myself, with stubbled hair and the punk as
Our father, The people I meet now
are friends from ¶rr,
Cosmetic outlines without colors.
I am tired and now I want to sleep.
I am tired and now I want to sleep.
I'm tired.