Descarga melodia de "Those Dancing Days Are Gone"!
Come, let me sing into your ear; Those dancing days are gone, All the silk and satin gear; Crouch upon a stone Wrapping that foul body up In as foul a rag: I carry the sun in a golden cup The moon in a silver bag.
Curse as you may I sing it through; What matter if the knave That the most could pleasure you, The children that he gave, Are somewhere sleeping like a top Under a marble flag? I carry the sun in a golden cup The moon in a silver bag.
I thought it out this very day, Noon upon the clock, A man may put pretence away Who leans upon a stick, may sing, and sing until he drop Whether to maid or hag: I carry the sun in a golden cup The moon in a silver bag.
La siguiente letra de canción es una transcripción de la canción original Those Dancing Days Are Gone de Carla Bruni realizada por colaboradores/usuarios de Coveralia.
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