Текст песни Серебрякова Ольга - Молодая старость

I remember your voice, your gray hair,
Your fatigue after the road.
What a pity that youth cannot be returned,
And we are what is left of it.

I remember how we walked in the park
How they fed pigeons with bread by the water,
How hot it was in my coat
Even though the wind was getting stronger.

You hugged me, took my hand
Even if there is a terrible frost outside.
How the heavenly balls were launched
How the word was collected from roses.

I remember the first time you told me
What did I answer then
In a fit of happiness and love in a fit
I thought, “This is for a long time. Forever and ever".

It's been so long, and - see?
- We are together. What else do we need?
And believe me, this is far from the finish line!
Everything in life is alien to me without you ...