Оригинален текст
The old man knows very well
Go down round the snowbank, there's a mound
A mound that an old man knows good
Look who raises his shoe over this mound
Right over the world in another rewind
And it's time, time, time for the last rewind
For broken old man in a world unkind
He buried all his memories of home
In an icy clump that lies beneath the ground
No one knows how far he traveled
Oh! I heard he walked miles from the little mound
Can he find some shelter?
He doesn't know to behold what the cold frost can do
And at last till he realized he'd circled back around
Round a back circle, round a back realized
Ice is all he was made of
The bitter blue, it sw*llowed him through
He went over to the mound
Reclining down his final thoughts
Were drifting to the time his life had shined
And it's time, time, time for the last rewind
For broken old man in a world unkind
He buried all his memories of home
In an icy clump that lies beneath the ground
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