Текст песни Тролль Гнёт Ель - Мой Дед Говорил...

Left a legacy of my grandfather I
Old barrel full of holes at the bottom.
Cork oak , pine with rivets
My grandfather left me .

Stores still have it the warmth of his hands,
I remember my grandfather telling me : My grandson !
When grow up, you 'll understand exactly ,
That for men el comrade and friend !
Always he'll understand and cheer ,
And in the evening winter cheer ! -
So my grandfather said , and stroked his mustache ,
In a huge mug of ale he generously poured .