In our village we once all came together,
there were a lot of us boys and girls.
Accordion and drum we played,
many years have passed since then.
I look at these modern times,
they killed our old farming world.
Around the world our young went,
in the village there's no more boys and girls.
There is no more happiness in this village,
there is no more youth in it.
There's no nights, where we hulled into the night,
today villages are empty, there's no more sound of children,
only during holidays our place comes to life again.