Old man, Old man
where are the springs of your youth ?
Where are the loveable teens opening
their legs to you
Like the flowers open their petals to the sun.
Do you remember what is to watch at your future and see:
Do you remember, old man, the breeze in your face
and your hair
dancing in the wind ?
Old man, old man
years made you wise, made you the eldest of your tribe
But who is searching your advice now,
old man, old man
You remember but the time will not return
the spring of your youth
is now a hump in your back.