Paroles:
Dias Oliveira

Talking to myself and feeling old Sometimes I'd like to quit, nothing ever seems to fit Hanging around, nothing to do but frown Rainy days and Mondays

The days were golden we were known to be We won't escape this memory forward on to the place we sail All to believe when you raise an iron hand This place

Days were different when you counted them in hours. There were some things that she never wanted again. In fragmented words, too weak to hear, There were

we're sending photographs of days to come (next century) wait until you're certain everything is all right and we've taken all the things from brain to

Traduction: Ernest Tubb. Bien que les journées étaient seulement sept.

Traduction: Olivia Newton-John. Remember The Days Of The Old School Yard.

: Dias que fueron como pan, no hay mas secretos que confesar. Yo como tu, tu como yo, ya nada vuelve a ser igual. Y asi ha llegado cada cual, todos

say with three I love you never felt so smooth All I can say is I love you (Olive you olive you olive you) I love you (Olive you olive you olive you)

Dias que fueron como pan, no hay mas secretos que confesar. Yo como tu, tu como yo, ya nada vuelve a ser igual. Y asi ha llegado cada cual, todos llegamos