Текст песни: Gold + перевод

How’s it feel getting old?

My voice is raspy and my fingertips are getting cold

And I heard there’s a storm coming

My lips are cracked and my ruby red nose is running

I think I’ll have a cigarette

I wish that I were innocent

When I was young I’d laugh and cry

I might be clever but I sure ain’t wise

I’m the king of all the things you want to hear

I’m the son of scum and sum of all your fears

I’m the heir to an unclaimed throne

I’m the face of all your conquests left untold

It’s the fool in us that won’t grow up

And eyes for eyes don’t reconcile

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh!

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh!

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh!

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Whoaaaaaaa!

I’m the king of all the things you want to hear

I’m the son of scum and sum of all your fears

I’m the heir to an unclaimed throne

I’m the face of all your conquests left untold

It’s the fool in us that won’t grow up

And eyes for eyes don’t reconcile

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh!

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh!

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh!

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Ohhhhhh…

It’s the fool in us that won’t grow up

And eyes for eyes don’t reconcile

Whoa-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh!

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh!

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh!

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

(Whoooooaaa… hey!)

How’s it feel getting old?

My voice is raspy and my fingertips are getting cold

Перевод песни Gold