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Look at me decrepit old man, |
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Bent by hundred years weight, |
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Beaten many times by whims of fate. > |
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From the dawn until the sunset |
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Worked like dog for daily bread - |
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Crust and water were all that |
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I had! And |
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I am hey-hough child of this land. |
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And I will hey-hough live here all my life. |
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And I am hey-hough child of this land. |
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And I will hey-hough live here till |
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I die! Greedy priests and cruel landlords |
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Tried to make me knuckle down, |
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Tried to bend me to the cold ground. |
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But I still stand though bent by years |
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Like I've been standing all my life - |
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Proud child |
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I am still alive! |
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They tried to make me knuckle down, |
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They tried to bend me to the ground, |
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They beat and chased me all my life, |
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But I'm still standing still alive! |
