Аннотация: К моему 70-летию, впервые в жизни, у меня неожиданно сам собой сложился перевод на английский язык известной песни "Мои года - моё богатство". Выношу на суд почтенной публики. Прошу не судить строго - всё-таки первый блин...
In spite my head"s completely gray
I"m not afraid of winter weather.
My age is not just sadness play,
Years of my life are real treasure.
Let be my head completely gray,
My age is not a sadness play,
Years of my life - my real treasure.
I"ve been in hurry all the days,
I had no time for rest and leisure,
I saved no money, no estates
Years of my life my only treasure.
I"ve been in hurry nights and days,
I saved no money, no estates,
Years of my life - my real treasure.
I thank in whisper each my day
They gave me pain they gave me pleasure
But I will never give away
Days of my life - my real treasure.
I thank in whisper each my day
And I will never give away
Days of my life - my real treasure.
But when my lite fades to an end
And I live my years to final measure
My son will take and keep in hand
Years of my life like real treasure.
Some time I know for sure that
My son will take and keep in hand
Years of my life - his real treasure.