You are old ,
And you are young.
But I think
that , You are drunk.
Drunk , in the memories of childhood ,
Where there was peace and universal brotherhood.

You are like my candies ,
Oh ! My dear grandies.
Whenever I cried ,
You held me with all your pride.

I am so blessed ,
Being at rest .
Listening to grandma's story ,
Supported by grandpa's trolley.

Those were the days ,
You held me in your hands .
These are the days ,
I'll hold you with my hands.

Oh! My dear grandies ,
Thankyou for your brandies.
A brandy of love ,
You showed me ,
Being  your beloved