Guitar SoloOh, the old mother, she was kneading the breadShe beat up the shepherd, she beat him upShe put some brandy on the grassShe was burning candles, she was burning candlesOh, the old mother, she was kneading the breadShe beat up the shepherd, she beat him upShe put some brandy on the grassShe was burning candles, she was burning candlesInstrumentalIn the evening, the children will meetThat the sons and grandsons will comeThe little grandsons and granddaughters will singThe heart of the old mother will be young againIn the evening, the children will meetThat the sons and grandsons will comeThe little grandsons and granddaughters will singThe heart of the old mother will be young againInstrumentalIn the evening, the children will meetThat the sons and grandsons will comeThe heart of the old mother will be young againInstrumentalShe was waiting in the windowThe old mother was dreaming of meShe was burning candlesThe soul of the mother forgave me