Bubijeva pesmarica

eOnce upon a time there was a tavern,
wheEre we used to raE₇ise a glass or twoa.
Remember how we laughed away the heours,
thiank of all the grHeat things we would dH₇o.

Those were the daeys, my friend,
we thought they’d neaver end,
we`d live and daDnce foreD₇ver and a daGy,
we’d live the liafe we’d choose,
we’d fight and neever lose,
those were the daH₇ys,
oh yes, those were the daeys.

eThen the busy years went rushing by us,
we loEst our starry oceE₇ans on the waay.
If by chance I’d see you in the taevern,
awe’d smile at one anHother and we’d sH₇ay.

Those were the daeys, my friend,
we thought they’d neaver end,
we`d live and daDnce foreD₇ver and a daGy,
we’d live the liafe we’d choose,
we’d fight and neever lose,
those were the daH₇ys,
oh yes, those were the daeys.

eJust tonight I stood before the tavern,
noEthing seemed the wE₇ay it used to bea,
In the glass I saw a strange refleection,
waas that lonely wHoman really mH₇e?

Those were the daeys, my friend,
we thought they’d neaver end,
we`d live and daDnce foreD₇ver and a daGy,
we’d live the liafe we’d choose,
we’d fight and neever lose,
those were the daH₇ys,
oh yes, those were the daeys.

eThrough the door there came familiar laughter,
I saEw your face and heE₇ard you call my naame.
Oh, my friend, we’re older but no weiser,
foar in our hearts the dreHams are still the sH₇ame.

Those were the daeys, my friend,
we thought they’d neaver end,
we`d live and daDnce foreD₇ver and a daGy,
we’d live the liafe we’d choose,
we’d fight and neever lose,
those were the daH₇ys,
oh yes, those were the daeys.