| 作曲 : Kajanus | |
| I guess I'm an old-fashioned dreamer | |
| Walking the street on my own | |
| Out of date, like the old-fashioned steamer | |
| No longer feeling at home | |
| For now romance has gone, time races on | |
| But I still remember | |
| The town, the girls, the bar full of sailors | |
| And the old nickelodeon sound | |
| The old cobblestone street echoes of feet | |
| Like distant reminders | |
| Of the town, the girls, the bar full of sailors | |
| And the old nickelodeon sound | |
| There used to be all kinds of places where people like me used to go | |
| Full of rough but friendly old faces | |
| Looking for someone to know | |
| But now, they only belong to old films or songs | |
| Almost forgotten | |
| Like the town, the girls, the bar full of sailors | |
| And the old nickelodeon sound | |
| The old cobblestone street echoes of feet | |
| Like distant reminders | |
| Of the town, the girls, the bar full of sailors |
| zuo qu : Kajanus | |
| I guess I' m an oldfashioned dreamer | |
| Walking the street on my own | |
| Out of date, like the oldfashioned steamer | |
| No longer feeling at home | |
| For now romance has gone, time races on | |
| But I still remember | |
| The town, the girls, the bar full of sailors | |
| And the old nickelodeon sound | |
| The old cobblestone street echoes of feet | |
| Like distant reminders | |
| Of the town, the girls, the bar full of sailors | |
| And the old nickelodeon sound | |
| There used to be all kinds of places where people like me used to go | |
| Full of rough but friendly old faces | |
| Looking for someone to know | |
| But now, they only belong to old films or songs | |
| Almost forgotten | |
| Like the town, the girls, the bar full of sailors | |
| And the old nickelodeon sound | |
| The old cobblestone street echoes of feet | |
| Like distant reminders | |
| Of the town, the girls, the bar full of sailors |
| zuò qǔ : Kajanus | |
| I guess I' m an oldfashioned dreamer | |
| Walking the street on my own | |
| Out of date, like the oldfashioned steamer | |
| No longer feeling at home | |
| For now romance has gone, time races on | |
| But I still remember | |
| The town, the girls, the bar full of sailors | |
| And the old nickelodeon sound | |
| The old cobblestone street echoes of feet | |
| Like distant reminders | |
| Of the town, the girls, the bar full of sailors | |
| And the old nickelodeon sound | |
| There used to be all kinds of places where people like me used to go | |
| Full of rough but friendly old faces | |
| Looking for someone to know | |
| But now, they only belong to old films or songs | |
| Almost forgotten | |
| Like the town, the girls, the bar full of sailors | |
| And the old nickelodeon sound | |
| The old cobblestone street echoes of feet | |
| Like distant reminders | |
| Of the town, the girls, the bar full of sailors |