Thee, old man, you were such a tough father,
As you didn't consider your children,
Except one who is the younger,
The one that you certainly loved more.
As this old story in which a man preferred one of his sons,
The lonely one left.
And the old man never recovered rom his disappearing.
It didn't go so far today,
But not all of your children followed you,
Neither [did believe] in God as you do,
Nor they adopted your cynical points of view.
As this old story in which a man preferred one of his sons,
The lonely one left.
And the old man never recovered rom his disappearing.
Thee, old man, the mower runs after you
You look forward to it.
Thee, Old man, your wife also wait for it.
To feel free, herself.
[And the more the d**h watches you,
And the more remorse it's you]
Don't worry, old man, we understood what's good in you.
Without forgetting all those hard words and thoughts.
Thee, Old man, the mower runs after you.