I am lost in nostalgia, it's all clear to me
Paris in the fifties and the golden sixties
That's where I want to be
That's where I want to be
I look at old pictures
Blue note records all night long
I watch the movies again and again
Those were the times, my friend
Those were the times, my friend
Those were the times, my friend
Here's a satchel for the head
Feels like being in a comic strip
But this isn't thrilling me
Drinks for free as you can see
It's on the record company
The war was won and the men were cool
No one ever seemed to work
The women dressed sharp, great haircuts too
Drove men crazy all night through
There were some great thinkers too
The American came and blew the horn
He played the clubs till dawn
And when the sixties came
The new wave took place
There hasn't been better days
It was the golden age
Here's a satchel for the head
Feels like being in a comic strip
But this isn't thrilling me
Drinks for free as you can see
It's on the record company
Drinks for free as you can see
Drinks for free as you can see
It's only those who know
About all of this
Our own Blood, для того
One day made the difference
Here's a satchel for the head
Feels like being in a comic strip
But this isn't thrilling me
Dreams for free as you can see
It's on the record company
Here's a statue for the hit
Feels like being in a comic strip
You scream hello and then you go
Go, go
Dreams for free as you can see
It's on the record company
Here's a statue for the hit