Jer Kad Ostaris [English translation]

Because, when you get old

nobody knocks on your door

Not the stream with silver fish

nor a wet-eyed foal

nor apple in bloom, nobody

Just me

When you get old

Like a cloud in your coffee

I will come wearing crombie coat

and I will hear when you let my name slip

And when slowly, by itself

the last tear for me starts to drop

One after the other trains

are slowly passing by

As usual you will put rose orchis in the windows

It seems to me that the month of Ramazan is starting

Oooo, it's a bit sad

When you get old

Just me

When you get old

Like a cloud in your coffee

I will come wearing crombie coat

and I will hear when you let my name slip out

And when slowly, by itself

the last tear for me starts to drop

One after the other trains

are slowly passing by

As usual you will put rose orchis in the windows

It seems to me that the month of Ramazan is starting

Oooo, it's a bit sad

When you get old