"Было странное ощущение, что если наступишь на гору, то провалишься глубоко под землю." (с)
TxtWhen I was seventeen, It was a very good year. It was a very good year for small town Girls and soft summer nights. We'd hide from the light on the village Green when I was seventeen. When I was twenty-one, It was a very good year. It was a very good year for city Girls who lived up the stairs With perfume hair that came undone When I was twenty-one.
When I was thirty-five, It was a very good year. It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls of independent means. We'd ride in limousines. Their chauffeurs would drive When I was thirty-five.
But now the days are short, I'm in the autumn of the year And now I think of my life as vintage Wine from fine old kegs From the brim to the dregs. It poured sweet and clear. It was a very good year