What will it be like when I get old Will I still hop on my bike And ride around town Will I still want to be someone And not just sit around I don't want
When I grow too old to dream I will have you to remember When I grow too old to dream Your love will live in my heart So kiss me my sweet And so let
We have been gay going our way Life has been beautiful, we have been young After you've gone, life will go on Like an old song that we've sung When I
Lorsque je serai vieux, au terme du voyage, Mes yeux regarderont encore le paysage, Et je serai, bien plus qu'avant, emerveille, Car j'aurai de nouveau
What Will It Be Like When I Get Old Will I Still Hop On My Bike, And Ride Around Town Will I Still Want To Be Someone, And Not Just Sit Around I Don'T
Oversættelse: Efterkommere. Når jeg bliver gammel.
What Will It Be Like When I Get Old Will I Still Hop On My Bike, And Ride Around Town Will I Still Want To Be Someone, And Not Just Sit Around I Don'
: Lorsque je serai vieux, au terme du voyage, Mes yeux regarderont encore le paysage, Et je serai, bien plus qu'avant, emerveille, Car j'aurai de nouveau
