“The old man’s sitting there, his head bowed down:
Every now and then, he’ll take a look around.
And his eyes reflect the memory-pain of years gone by,
He can’t regain nostalgic dreams he’ll never see again…”
Koninck ft. Judas Priest
“The old man’s sitting there, his head bowed down:
Every now and then, he’ll take a look around.
And his eyes reflect the memory-pain of years gone by,
He can’t regain nostalgic dreams he’ll never see again…”
Koninck ft. Judas Priest