АхатToo Late

When I was born in a cloudy night
So I was born to live a dirty life
I was a little fairy with a lovely face
She sang me a song, it seemed to me so strange
“Too late, too late for living, babe
too late to take this foolish way
and try to have your own name”
But a was a babe with clear dreams
I heard the song but I don’t know what it means
I said “ The sun is so beautiful today”
She sang her song and flew away
Now I’m a man with a broken soul
By body melts pressed by the laws
I called my fairy and asked her how to live
She said : “My song is all that I can give
Too late, too late for living, babe
Too late, too late to make mistakes
Too late, too late to change the way
You’ve gotta play your game“…..