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On my world, about his age
We had the good fortune to come up with songs
Undertone of the beginning we sing
After releasing a bird in the sky.

The guitars are ringing, voices
And the world in the spring grass, the under snow
We sing songs, and star watch -
The last quarter of the twentieth century.

The greenery of the summer, in the snowdrifts of winter
Rumble of the day and in the silence of the darkness
Maybe we shall find, and shall state
What the time lives and breathes.

Do not be sad that the years go by,
Time running does not count for the trouble,
Maybe two thousand the first year
Our songs are still heard.

We sing songs, believe that it is not in vain
They argue with eternity the soul of man.
We sing songs about the Earth
In the last quarter of the twentieth century.

We sing songs about the Earth
In the last quarter of the twentieth century.

The greenery of the summer, in the snowdrifts of winter
Rumble of the day and in the silence of the darkness
Maybe we shall find, and shall state
What the time lives and breathes.

Do not be sad that the years go by,
Time running does not count for the trouble,
Maybe two thousand the first year
Our songs are still heard.