Текст песни Чернецова Александра Ильинична - Старость - не радость

Old age is not joy, how soon it came -

Everyone in the city left their native village.

Everyone in this city lives well,

But still, they expect help from the mother.

And let them go to the cities

If only we would never grow old.

I gave everything that I could -

Only now the hut was left alone.

I looked out the window, waiting for all the children.

Health was gone, I gave everything to them.

And so I waited, and sold the house,

And my daughter immediately gave me to the shelter.

I didn’t raise them, I didn’t live for them,

Now, in old age, everyone does not need me.

But it was difficult, I didn’t sleep at night, -

But I didn’t pass anyone to the shelter.

Now they’ll bury me where I didn’t live

And there will be my empty grave.

Where we were born - there we die too

And you don’t have to take it to a nursing home.