Текст песни Канцлер Ги - Моя соперница

Why am I visiting
Trying to get to the ball?
I'm sitting there like a fool
I carelessly pretend.
He is rightfully mine, incense,
But only Her and flatter:
I wish I’m seventeen years old
And she is under fifty.

I can't hold back the shame
And he paints without demand
Me to the tips of the nails
And even the tip of the nose;
Well, where necessary, there is white
And there it is red, where necessary:
Blush is windy but true
Under fifty lipstick.

Oh, I would have the color of Her face,
Could I without care
Purring a cute little thing
And do not procrastinate notes.
She's witty, but I'm boring
I'm sitting downcast.
Well, as luck would have it, seventeen to me,
And she is under fifty.

Graceful youth crowd
Around her crowded;
They look in love, even though she
They are good at grandmothers.
To her stroller - not mine -
Hurry to get in;
Why all? Seventeen to me
And she is under fifty.

But not always for her to be like that!
The fun years will pass
She will be pulled to rest
Forget games, fashion ...
I have a ray of future light
I reason simply:
I would rather be fifty fifty
To her under ninety.