The days
Of wine and roses
Are now vinegar
And rotten lilies.
Too late to forget
Your humble wooden toy;
Too late to win
The bravest game;
Too late to regret
A sea of never-cried drops.
Go ahead until the end.
Do not expect a miracle,
And die in peace.
Of wine and roses
Are now vinegar
And rotten lilies.
Too late to forget
Your humble wooden toy;
Too late to win
The bravest game;
Too late to regret
A sea of never-cried drops.
Go ahead until the end.
Do not expect a miracle,
And die in peace.