Текст песни Ярина - Радость не в старость

Joy is not in old age

And the joy is not an old age
And the mountain is not the sea
And ashes not Wind
And will not share
Doused until heels
Cold water
The deserted raspadok -
Steps hefty hard ...

Hands do not know
What to do, but still
Save, forgive -
And they are also more expensive ...
Hug, open -
And perish cold
Bird shot ...
It hurts so rude
So clear, so feel free to
So Extremely
So pure, so white -
Church icon
Gray head
Selo, cities
Unkind rumor
Days, years
In ancient aging
Dispel the ashes
Goodbye, my darling!
Be you wind.

                                       9.04.01.