I’m in old age,

Don’t tell anyone.

I’m from old times

We don’t mind

I’m still hoping becoming someone I didn’t give up: promising is fine.

(So don’t get in my way)

If you plan to cry and whine On your sorry ass and stall. There’s no time to win when all

What was set for you is poured.

(We expect)

No rest for elders,

Our experience is our shelter!

Now is the time for showing That we’re knowing

What we’re doing!

Cause we know our shit.

yes we know our shit, man.

I’m not keen to

Bow to anyone. And I’m far too old To run after

Any kind of master.

I won’t either found a religion. And even if I wanted to, Who’d listen to

Some middle age Dude in a rage?

So don’t plan to cry and whine

On your sorry ass and stall. There’s no time to win when all What was set for you is poured.

(We expect)

No rest for elders,

Our experience is our shelter!

Now is the time for showing

That we’re knowing What we’re doing!

Cause no one’s gonna do it for us.

And even if one did it wouldn’t fit.

Cause we know our shit.

Yes we know our shit, man.