We come from a time so different from this Sometimes your era can be a bliss Back then to hear the music that we play Was not that easy as it is today People had to travel some hundred miles away But was it really worth the price they had to pay Without amps we were not loud enough And our music of that time was not that rough Modern times throw me in a daze My eyes are burning from the blaze Feels like being in a pit - but I get used to it If there was something to celebrate Something to commemorate We had much more than a cask of wine This is why we lost track of time To court our men had much more to dare To get the ladies - it's so unfair Two hundred years later, how have men advanced It's all so clear, the ladies lead the dance Modern times throw me in a daze My eyes are burning from the blaze Feels like being in a pit - But I get used to itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
