Sunday morning

The sunrise is powerful

The birds sing

And the children plays

The trees start to die

The summer die

I'm close to the end



I walked on the old way 

I walked on the old way 

I walked on the old way 

I walked on the old way 



I'm not an old guy

I'm pretty young

But my mind goes to the old

I love the vintage

I love the old world



I do all the old way 

I do all the old way 

I do all the old way 

I do all the old way