Текст песни Борец - Когда мне будет восемьдесят пять

When I'm eighty-five ,
At home I will seek your slippers ,
Grumbling that it is difficult to bend me ,
Wear some ridiculous Scarves
Of those that for me to contact you .
And in the morning , waking up before dawn,
I listen to your respiration ,
Suddenly a smile and quietly hug .
When I'm eighty-five ,
With you I 'll blow off dust particles ,
Your gray curls correct ,
And hand in hand on the little square for a walk.
And we are not afraid to die ,
When we will be eighty-five ...