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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ПЕСНЯ О ГОДАХ
Пусть голова моя седа,--
зимы мне нечего пугаться.
Не только груз --
мои года.
Мои года --
мое богатство.
Я часто время торопил,
привык во все дела впрягаться.
Пускай я денег не скопил.
Мои года --
мое богатство.
Шепчу "спасибо" я годам
и пью их горькое лекарство.
И никому их не отдам!
Мои года --
мое богатство.
А если скажут мне века:
"Твоя звезда -- увы -- погасла..." --
подымет
детская рука
мои года --
мое богатство.