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&nbsp;&nbsp;your beloved