Old

Old -Motorama

Composer：Vladislav Parshin

I love the taste of cigarettes

I love the taste of alcohol

Soon I'll give my body a rest

And I'll let my hair grow long

I'm halfway to my bed in the endless corridor

Where I feel the smell of cigarettes

Where I feel the smell of alcohol

You're growing old

You're growing old

You're growing old

I love the taste of cigarettes

I love the taste of alcohol

Soon I'll give my body a rest

And I'll let my hair grow long

I don't want to make an effort

But I don't want to be alone

To love me in the taste of cigarettes

To love me in the taste of alcohol

You're growing old

You're growing old

You're growing old

You said that my suit

Looks better on a hanger

You said that my suit

Looks better on a hanger

I love the taste of cigarettes

I love the taste of alcohol

I'll give my body a rest

And I'll let my hair grow long

I'm halfway to my bed in the endless corridor

Where I feel the smell of cigarettes

Where I feel the smell of alcohol

You're growing old

You're growing old

You're growing old