Текст песни Леонид Броневой - Ф.Тютчев

When decrepit forces
We are beginning to change
And we must, as old-timers,
Give new newcomers a place, -

Save us then, good genius,
From faint-hearted reproaches,
From slander, from bitterness
For a life changing;

From a feeling of hidden anger
To a renewing world
Where new guests sit
For the feast prepared for him;

From the bile of a bitter mind,
That the stream does not carry us
And that others have vocations,
Others are called ahead;

About everything that is so perky
The deeper it has been hidden for a long time,
And old age love is shameful
Grumpy old age.