The Old House

       Oh, you, my old true buddy,
       It's come the breaking time...
       The years destroyed your body
       And dropped into the grime.

       The spring has done in passing,
       The Cupid has been plucked.
       You've seen the miss and crossing,
       The prizes which's been chucked.

       Chorus:
       Good-bye, the endless Party
       Until the morning chime.
       Good-bye, good-bye, my buddy,
       It's come the breaking time.



       Oh, you, my old true buddy,
       The heirs are at the doors.
       They cut your poor body
       And make it worse and worse.

       They throw away forever
       The kernel of your trunk.
       There is the end whatever,
       It's high time to get drunk.

       Chorus.

       Oh, you, my old true buddy,
       It's come the breaking time...
       The years destroyed your body
       And dropped into the grime.

       To break it's not to rear,
       To soil it's not to clean.
       There've been a long life here,-
       Would ever have it been?..

       Chorus.