Текст песни Крамбамбуля - Старыя хіпаны

I came here
And here you are not.
Thought spring,
And I see that winter.

You're not here,
But here they are:
Roosters to the ground -
Old hippies.

Chorus:
I don't drink a gram at all,
But I was sent to the store:
I couldn't refuse my grandfathers,
After all, we always cherish old age!

I was looking for you
And roamed like a jackal.
The flowers I brought;
Unfortunately, fate did not work out.

Chorus.

I met you
When sober.
You told me:
"Goodbye, no!"

Chorus.