Текст песни Александр Городницкий - Жизнь как лето коротка

Life is like the summer is short,

See?

I do not know the language

Yiddish,

Property of my

Ancestor,

And I heard him

Rarely.

I not taught him the basics -

Sad.

My only language -

Russian,

But old age, I

Tailor

Disunity language

With blood?

My father before the war

With mom

Speak it at times,

Malo

To me the conversation

I do not understand.

That's all I'm still

I remember.

I do not know the language,

Therefore,

Not it is my line

Crying.

In it, my rings

The song,

And what I was going well,

If

I forgot my

Santa,

As if I do not have to it

Cases?

Carried away by a river into the distance,

It's hot.

I do not know the language -

It's a pity.