And the boots were missing a toe.
We walked around in rows,
we hugged the girls,
Often we took a tear.
We have been many places, we have had many joys,
We have followed the whole world as our brother.
And these memories from when you were a father's man,
And
these memories,
time will never come.
And these memories,
they are the works I could have done,
And I sang,
we jumped in the morning and stopped our pipe and walked again.
Rarely were we well-meaning,
while the silence was tiring,
when in the evening we came to a village.
Was it work,
then we became,
if not,
then we were happy,
but took the plane first.
And was happy for the gift,
when we sat on the bench,
on the table, our door was closed dry.
And these
memories from when you were a father's man,
And
these memories,
time will never come.
And these memories,
they are the works I could have done,
And I sang,
we jumped in the morning and stopped our pipe and walked again.
We knew the father's friends,
we met for fun in the country.
We collected ukates with three comrades,
and they were often better than coins.
We have been beautiful in clothes,
we have been good in fashion,
we have known both Lasse and Punt.
And
these memories from when you were a father's man,
And
these memories,
time will never come.
And
these memories,
they are the works I could have done,
And these memories,
time will never come.
And these memories,
time will never come.
Now we are home,
and never forget,
what out in the world we saw.
We
are aging,
I am becoming,
where memories are living,
there are memories that never go away.
And
these memories from when you were a father's man,
And
these memories,
time will never come.
And these memories,
they are the works I could have done,
And we keep our swords and fangs,
with the good old manners.