Old Man

Old man
He becane tierd
Left his life behind him
Doesn?t know anymore if it was kind
Full of love
Or full of hate
Full of love
Or full of hate
But he had lived it ? his life
Old man
He became weary
Old man
Sick and breakable
Doesn?t know how long his life will go one
But he doesn?t worry about it
Goes on living his life
Till the end of the seventies
Look at the man
Sitting in the park every day
Talking to the doves
Look at him
He?s sitting there everytime
Looking at the rosebush by his side
That he loves more than anything
Old man
He became sad
Doesn?t know what to do
Would like to start from the beginning
But it?s too late, late, late
Much too late
Old man
He?ll have his birthday soon
And nobody will come to congratulate him
He has been forgotten
Nobody is interested in him
They left him alone
They left him alone
The man died one day after his ninetieth birthday
Alone in loneliness and sadness
The man died one day after his ninetieth birthday
Alone in loneliness and sadness
Look at the man
Who sat in the park everyday
Spoke to the doves
Did you see him
He was there everytime
Looking at the rosebush by his side
That he loved more than anything