Текст песни Л. Утёсов - Старушки-бабушки

Under a tree on a bench in a green garden
Old grandmothers are sitting in the two thousandth year.

Their great-grandchildren play the war next to their grandmothers
The old women are smiling: “I’ll be a warrior!
Look Tanya, Misenka is like a front-line soldier
An old machine gun is holding in the hands of the great-grandfathers! "

Under a tree on a bench in a green garden
Old grandmothers are sitting in the two thousandth year.

"Well, what have you been asked today, let me help!"
"Today on the history of the Kursk Bulge!"
And again suddenly there was a whiff of military antiquity,
And the grandmothers are singing: "Let's smoke, comrade ..."

Under a tree on a bench in a green garden
Old grandmothers are sitting in the two thousandth year.

Grandmothers have thick gray hair on their heads,
And on the chest for the capture of Berlin the order.
And great-grandchildren teach history a lesson gloriously
And the young colonels are saluted.

Under a tree on a bench in a green garden
Old grandmothers are sitting in the two thousandth year.

And children build houses and mines from the ground,
And ships are launched on four sides.
Boyish light, fun ships
Sail to the seas distant and in distant years.

Under a tree on a bench in a green garden
Old grandmothers are sitting in the two thousandth year.