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Simon Garfunkel Old Friends

"Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together" "I've got some real estate here in my bag" So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies

Someone told me It's all happening at the zoo I do believe it, I do believe it's true Well, it's a light and tumble journey From the East side to the

bench like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes Of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old

carry your cup in your hand And look around Leaves are brown now And the sky is a hazy shade of winter Oh hang on to your hopes, my friend That's an

bright and bon vivant So far away from home, so far away from home I don?t know a soul who?s not been battered Don?t have a friend who feels at ease

bench like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes Of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old

Like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes Of the high shoes Of the old friends Old friends Winter companions The old

Traducere: Simon şi Garfunkel. Prieteni vechi.

Traducere: Simon şi Garfunkel. Prieteni vechi.