Текст песни Шуберт - Зимний путь - 14.Седины

Decorate with frosting me forehead ,
Crumbled strand of gray .
Aging , to know the time it occurred ,
I thought I did not worry.

But the frost melted in the glare of the day ,
Again Chernye curls were ,
And youth again oppresses me,
And the long way to the grave !

Sometimes only one night suffered
And the elders began to dawn.
But strangely enough, I did not become gray ,
In anguish wandering around the world !