LYRICS

My old friend, listen to years.
Everyone has his home and his shoulder,
each has its time and its conscience.
See how our children are grown.

Chorus :
no, do not remind me,
not, do not look at me,
so desperately and tenderly,
not as before.
Please do not touch me,
please do not kiss me, because
destroy and passionate,
not as before.

Old my friend, listen to years.
Everyone has their moment, the only moment
everyone has a dream, a dream nesbadnat.
See how my eyes are tired.