Well, I was just a boy
Maybe at the age of ten
When I've been taught first time
How to operate the
Red old Diesel tractor
Now look at how the old
stainless steel pipe wobbles
When the old diesel engine
Is fired up to do some work
Paint is peeling off on the outside
But the power is still the same
Well lubricated and tight on the inside
Such an inconspicuous fame
This old art of engineering
still works like in the old days
Build about 50 years ago now
Tell me what machine
Will still be there in 50 years?
Today I can proudly call
Such an old red tractor my own
When sitting in that worn out seat
You'll get shaken and jolted through
There is not much comparable that can beat
This red old machine so true
This feeling you have, when firing up
And the pistons start to move
Up and down to eternity
Such a perfect groove
A lot of black smoke clouds
A lot of dust in the air
A resurrection like the main act
On that big foggy show stage
Paint is peeling off on the outside
But the power is still the same
Well lubricated and tight on the inside
Such an inconspicuous fame
This old art of engineering
still works like in the old days
Build about 50 years ago now
Tell me what machine
Will still be there in 50 years?
This machine will still be able to work
When we start working the fields
with horses again
No matter if in the woods
Out on the field or through the pastures
This big old tractor tires
Will drag along so relentless
Paint is peeling off on the outside
But the power is still the same
Well lubricated and tight on the inside
Such an inconspicuous fame
This old art of engineering
still works like in the old days
Build about 50 years ago now
Tell me what machine
Will still be there in 50 years?