Do you know what it is to be old?
Sunny day, but for you it is cold,
dark, when light is all over the land,
time is running so fast to the end.
Do you know what it is to be old?
Hairy head, but now you’re bold,
slim, energy, remember, in past?
Now you slow, so lazy and fat.
Do you know what it is to be old?
You don’t care anymore of a gold,
soul is flying and cheers, but you can’t,
cause you dizzy, you week and in pain.
Do you know what it is to be old?
Telltale memory, doctor you told,
pampers, diet, and heap of the pills
and, you know, Alzheimer’s disease.
Do you know what it is to be old?
It’s incompatible body to soul,
but you know, be happy and trust,
you were young and so strong in the past...
Do you know what it is to be young?
Yes, I know what it is to be young,
I worked, and I danced, and I sung,
fell in love many times in a row,
fell and raised, and climbed, and so on.
Now I am glad, although I am old,
cause I woke up in morning again,
cause my life was truly rolled,
and I’m happy: I should not complain.
I was stable in shortage and stress,
overcame bar the way, and I pray,
my posterity is my success,
I am happy: I DID IT MY WAY!