My great grandfather died ice skating the lake.
They told me that he turned 96 that day,
he whould’ve told me not to bend, nor to go astray
and not to mind the bastards as they are here to stay.

The old man spent his life on thin ice,
collecting thorn bushes and two wives the same time,
he was the hero of the nation and than a corpse with a smile,
he never minds the bastards though they stay for a while.

I never said it’d be easy,
and I never said it’d be fine,
I’d never live off eating
a fisherman’s meal for a dime.

He cooked the best fish soups on the lake where he lived,
never shrugged his shoulders from the liquors he distilled,
he held a record both in marriage and in divorce,
though he never have settled with the one he loved the most.

He got himself in trouble as often as it got,
they stomped his head and it turned hard as a rock,
he fed both of his families,
he was a man turned into a wild beast.

I never said it’d be easy,
and i never said it’d be fine,
i’d never live off eating
a fisherman’s meal for a dime.

My great grandfather died ice skating the lake.
They told me that he turned 96 that day.
He whould’ve told me not to bend, nor to go astray
and not to mind the bastards as they are here to stay.

He got himself shot in both world wars,
he grew up being pissed up at all Habsbourgs,
still he had a heart, still he had a hand,
he did not even lose it when they put him in the sand.

I never said it’d be easy,
and i never said it’d be fine,
i’d never live off eating
a fisherman’s meal for a dime.