R.Rozhdestvensky, The Song About Age - Translation (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

The song about age
by Robert Rozhdestvensky
to Vakhtang Kikabidze

So let my head would be such grey,
I'm not afraid with cold winter.
And that's not weight -
My years, age.
My years - are my wealth achievement.

I was in a hurry for many years,
I worked so hard without shirking.
Though I was vain in moneymaking,
My years - are my wealth achievement.

I whisper to my years far:
'Thank you', compelled to drink their medicine.
I shan't give them to anyone!
My years - are my wealth achievement.

And if the ages would then say:
'Your star - alas - had fallen really...' -
The child's hand will pick my years,
My years - are my wealth achievement.

Sometime, undoubtly, the child's hand
Will pick my years, all of them,
My years - are my wealth achievement.


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The hit of russian songs

The original singer Vakhtang Kikabidze
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Alexander Mikhailov
http: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=8Y0Y7QB9vu4