When I was a young boy At the age of five years In my pocket was something What kept many people alive Now I am — a man Twenty-one years You know, baby We can have a good time.
When I was a young boy At the age of five years In my pocket was something What kept many people alive Now I am — a man Twenty-one years You know, baby We can have a good time.
...может, и упираться не стоит, когда враги станут тащить меня к двадцати пяти годам. Двадцать пять – достойный пожилой возраст… Вот бы тридцать лет прожить двадцатипятилетним. А там – хоть трава не расти.