We were twenty, you and me, When we fought against poverty, Together, under the same roof… We were still children those days, And when they saw us they used to say: “Look, how they resemble each other!” Hand in hand, we used to overcome All the blows of the destiny And to solve all the problems… With empty stomach, in privation You used to feed on illusions: It was enough for you that I loved you… We were struggling all the years, When we had fortune, But the age has taken your insouciance: You are dragging yourself like a burden, You don’t laugh by any reason as you used to, And you weep about your adolescence… And from the morning till the evening You are sitting before your mirror, Trying cosmetics and creams, And I regret those days, When to forge your joy It was enough for you that I loved you… My love, if only I could for you Stop the running years, The hours that fly away… But I can’t change anything there, Because I’m like you victim of the conditions: You know this by the same signs… Don’t cultivate the regrets, Because you will collect nothing But the feelings you’re sowing; Carry on living as you used to in the golden years And remember that just yesterday It was enough for you that I loved you… For me nothing has actually changed: I haven’t stopped loving you, Because you do always have all the charm That you had on that sacred day When you said “yes” in front of the God, With your eyes full of tears… The spring goes away, and so does the summer, But the autumn has its hidden joys, That you should discover yourself; Forget the cruelty of the time And remember that with twenty years It was enough for you that I loved you…

Эта песня разрывает мне сердце: каждый раз, когда я читал этот текст, слезы сами наворачивались на глаза… Я понял истинный смысл моей печали последних месяцев: Наша история печальна, как печальна любая история любви, а печальна она потому, что время уходит безвозвратно, все меняется… У Нас остаются воспоминания, но сами Мы уже другие… Пока человек не умер, жизнь, само свойство человека жить – это константа, на которую не влияет ход времени. Для любящих такой константой будет также их любовь. Мир меняется, и Мы тоже меняемся, но Мы меняемся вместе. Мы – едины. Мы справимся со всем, любимая!