Bordeaux کے بول

Burn, Burn, the fire in his eyes The step to take a million miles moving with the times All the cheer, and drinking beer on April 25 Of how he danced the night in Bordeaux with the devil in his eyes But tears, they all ran out And green still turns to brown The fire still burns bright within When he looked into me and said 'our generation' 'We all went down in history And all the words they amounted to nothing We all live on through our victories It's not what gets said, but the things that get done' So walk away when there's nothing left to say And tragedy is holding up the bar again today Some returned the silver spoons and lights that found their way And some were destined broken men, to sparkle and then fade