Оригинален текст
Over my shoulder my father walks slowly
oh so slowly, right in front of him my mother
skips like a little girl and cries like an old woman
Hold on, keep a firm grip
hold on, never lose a grip
As i grow older, i find it hard going home
just going home, my brother's eyes, my sister's cries
could bring me to the ground
Hold on keep a firm grip
hold on, never lose it
hold on, keep a firm grip
hold on, never lose a grip no no
Hold on, keep a firm grip
hold on, never lose it
hold on, keep a firm grip
hold on and never lose it