It Was A Very Good Year (with Frank Sinatra) — текст песни (Robbie Williams)

When I was thirty-five, it was a very good year.

It was a very good year for blue-blooded

girls of independent means.

We`d ride in limousines. Their chauffeurs

would drive when I was thirty-five.



But now the days are short, I`m in the

autumn of the year

and now I think of my life as vintage

wine from fine old kegs

From the brim to the dregs. It poured

sweet and clear. It was a very good year.