Leonard Nimoy - Maiden Wine [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Take care, young ladies, and value your wine
Be watchful of young men in their velvet prime
Deeply they'll swallow from your finest kegs
Then swiftly be gone, leaving bitter dregs
Ahh-ah-ah-ah, bitter dregs

Your time hold precious, for youth is your gold
Your beauty, like silver, will tarnish when old
Memories and dreams shall comfort you not
When the flow of your sweetness is gone and forgot
Ahh-ah-ah-ah, gone and forgot

With smiling words and tender touch
Man offers little and asks for so much
He loves in the breathless excitement of night
Then leaves with your treasure in cold morning light
Ahh-ah-ah-ah, in cold morning light