Текст песни Ефрем Флакс - Песня о чемодане

How much a shabby suitcase can
Tell us about your master,
Where has he been and how he has lived his life,
Whether he is heavy or easy to climb!


We went on the road in our youth,
Our suitcase is barely a third full
But if we get old a little,
He starts to swell a little.


We cherish him more and more tenderly,
We grow into second and third,
For a long time we have no time to look out the window,
We just used to keep track of the luggage.


Years whistle, pillars and dates fly.
Strangers with a plaque on their chest
Groaning, they drag behind us
Our belongings, which once weighed so little.

K. Simonov 1938-1939