Hello,
For our readers who wants to know more:
Music by Georgy Movsesyan (Георгий Мовсесян),
lyrics by Robert Rozhdestvensky(Роберт Рождественский).
We tried to translate (please offer us a better version!):
Пусть голова моя седа, Зимы мне нечего пугаться. Не только груз мои года, Мои года — мое богатство. Пусть голова моя седа, Не только груз мои года, Мои года — мое богатство. Я часто время торопил, Шепчу «спасибо» я годам А если скажут мне века: |
Even though my hair is grey, I am not afraid of Winter. My years are not just my carrige, My years are my wealth. Even though my hair is grey.. My years are not just my carrige, My years are my wealth. I was often rushing time, I whisper “Thanks” to my years And if Centuries tells me: |
Best wishes and we think that thought that “Our years are our wealth” is very wise,
Svet and Kyle
comments always welcome.