Текст песни Никита Ветров - ВЕЧНАЯ ВЕСНА

Do you know they are getting old
Gray hair, forehead wrinkles,
And their smile is already fading
But hearts never fade.
 
You know friend, they are beautiful
These hands that loved labor
That played in satin hair
From childhood, their tenderness is my haven!
 
The clock slowed down, but still,
The month of May is replaced by a snow captivity,
Life beats under the pulse of decrepit skin
My dear ones, the spark in you is God's light.
 
The wisdom of being inherited from you,
Your words unfading reality,
And eyes burn, I remember them from childhood,
We saw the war ... To see the grandchildren!
 
And you know, age is only numbers,
Silver hair, forehead wealth,
Their smile is sincere and pure
Well, in the heart of eternal spring!