Cantante: Asaf Avidan



One day baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have toldOne day baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have toldNo more tears, my heart is dry
I don’t laugh and I don’t cry
I don’t think about you all the time
But when I do, I wonder whyNo more tears, my heart is dry
I don’t laugh and I don’t cry
I don’t think about you all the time
But when I do, I wonder whyNo more tears, my heart is dry
I don’t laugh and I don’t cry
I don’t think about you all the time
But when I do, I wonder whyNo more tears, my heart is dry
I don’t laugh and I don’t cry
I don’t think about you all the time
But when I do, I wonder whyOne day baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have toldOne day baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have toldOne day baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have toldOne day baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have toldOne day baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have toldOne day baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have toldOne day baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be oldOne day baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have toldOne day baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby we’ll beOne day baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have toldOne day baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have toldOne day baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby we’ll beOne day baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old
Think of all the stories that we could have toldOne day baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told

Un tormentone che parte veloce per poi diventare sempre più lento, per raffigurare la metafora della vita da quando si è giovani fino alla vecchiaia. Un giorno saremo vecchi. Canzone difficile, poco orecchiabile ma ipnotica.