October 1997 by Flying Stone
Chorus
You are one hundred years
We wish you the best!
Keep smiling over the years
We are your friends
Verse 1
In nineteen-eighty
We met you and your little boy
Soon we became friends
And have learned a lot from each other
Verse 2
Rose, you have a big heart
And you are a fine mother
You feel with the weak
And take care about many
Verse 3
Hardo, my friend
You think free and worry about the world
Teach your students the way
To get free and make up their mind
Verse 4
Now let us dance
Let us drink on the next hundred years
In our heads we are still
Young and fight for tomorrow
© 1997 Flying Stone