My good friend, old lad, 
chocolate with gingerbread,
you are not late!..

My good friend! My good friend! My good friend!
Chocolate with gingerbread!

Make my soul burning after your solo on the strings
I don’t understand where happened all that simple things.
You broke up and I cried… And I’m totally [bad word] always [bad word] And my mother bought me…

My good friend, old lad, 
chocolate with gingerbread,
you are not late!

Where all that simple things I know…
I don’t understand!..

It looks not good when I wait for my turn
When I close my mouth It looks much better but there’s no way to return
And my beer’s on my shoes I don’t care how it looks
And I feel like I’m used
And I found in my purse 

My good friend, old lad, 
chocolate with gingerbread,
you are not late!

My good friend! My good friend! My good friend!
Chocolate with gingerbread!