Born in ’69

Zwrotka
That’s another boring story
’bout the death and life
I was 10 or something like that
when he died
I remember he was good man
but he drank to much
he was in the town best roofer
my poor dad.
He was spendig all his spare time
In the local pubs
Wasting money drinking vodka
Dunno why
Wife and kids were waiting for him,
frightened many times
he was lost man but we loved him
all his life.

Zwrotka
I was 25 old singer
in the the local band
dreaming ’bout great life and money
on the stage.
But you know my fate is joker
Chuckles all the time
New born child and ring on finger
changed my mind.
So many days and many years
I was really working hard
In the heat or in the frost
Dunno why
You could see me in blue jacket
Fixing roofing tiles
That was me hard working man
All my life

Refren
My heart feels music vibrations
I’m born 69
The last good year in past century
Blessed by music and love

Zwrotka
And today I’m singing here
The story of my life
Little grey and little older
But stage is mine
Maybe I regret a bit
and try to pursue time
Hope I’ll tell you longer story
On next time

Refefren
In my heart I feel Woodstock vibrations
I’m born 69
The last good year in past century
Blessed by music and love
In my heart I feel music vibrations
Flower Children vibes
Now I’m singing on the stage again
Really deep from heart

In my heart I feel Woodstock vibrations
I’m born 69
The last good year in past century
Blessed by music and love
In my heart I feel music vibrations
Story devil writes
Now I’m singing on the stage again
Really deep from heart