Words and music - Anna Matyashuk
Oh old age is not joy, singing. Matyashuk Anna.
Oh old age is not a joy, you came early
Everyone leaves their native village for the city
And they don't live badly in this city,
but still they expect help from the mother
Let them leave for the cities,
only we would never grow old.
I gave them everything I could
only here is the hut, there was only one
I looked out the windows, I waited for all the children
I prayed for them, I gave everything to them.
And then I waited, I sold the house,
and my daughter immediately sent me to an orphanage.
I raised them for centuries, I lived for them
but only in old age, they don't need me.
But it was difficult for me, I did not sleep at night,
but I didn’t give anyone to the shelter.
Now they will bury where I did not live
and my grave will be empty
Where we were born - there we die,
but in a nursing home, no need to rent.
Oh dear children, what is the matter with you now?
Keep the shrine, fathers, mothers.
Whatever you have to wait for the same
what in life you sow, then you will reap.
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