Текст песни: Roaring Days + перевод

Trams pass me out on St. Kilda Road

Drizzle wet and slow, like thinking

Oh oh, take me down into Young and Jacksons

We’ll do a bit of serious drinking

Lean on bar, hands in the pockets

Drain those glasses down like rockets

Call this history? But what could we ever really know

Of you?

In your Roaring Days

In your Roaring Days

In your Roaring Days

What could we ever really know?

In your hard day the world was oh, so very wide

Poets were people still.

And though I’m young, I am so, oh so very tired

Couldn’t count the tears I have cried

I think of London, I think of Mudgee

Think I’ll stay and fight

So it’s set them up

And we will dream tonight, Henry

Of your Roaring Days

Of your Roaring Days

Of your Roaring Days

What could we ever really know?

Of your Roaring Days

Of your Roaring Days

Of your Roaring Days

What could we ever really know?

In these Roaring Days

In these Roaring Days

In our Roaring Days

What could we ever really know?

What did you ever have to show?

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