Текст песни Сергей Гандлевский - Мою старую молодость, старость мою молодую...

My old youth, old age, my young
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There's something just not! - There's nothing special there.
But what is in there, comes to naught.
And my eyes would not look like my time
Through the power goes into the collective oblivion.
Utterly destitute, raskulachat - period.
What do you say goodbye for the future, fool, stars, Nochka?
Yielding you sukomoltsam and other riff-raff,
Finally I will say: think of me.
And about a black day ponadezhnee pripryach them -
Reflections tenderness of our veal
The bare mirror cabinet that snow covered.

I know the memory of your breath and exhale Lust
And to carry when clicked with things on output
Provided that the memory equated to personal belongings.