Я жизнь не тороплю [Ya zhiznʹ ne toroplyu] [English translation]

Oh, how long time dragged on in childhood,

Oh, how loudly my heart used to beat.

To me, anyone older than twenty seemed almost ancient.

And every day and night I'd try with effort to grow up sooner.

One day I crossed that border

And looked at myself with a smile.

And here I'm living, and loving life,

I'm not hurrying through my years, which are flying by.

Oh, how the edge of the dawn would shine, at twenty.

Oh, how loudly the songs would sound, at twenty.

To me, someone older than forty was something like an old man,

He'd forgotten about happiness, he was often ill, and I pitied him a bit.

One day I crossed that border

And looked at myself with a smile.

And here I'm living, and loving life,

I'm not hurrying through my years, which are flying by.

It's a shame that the nights have now become longer,

It's a shame that the calendars have become shorter.

My road spins around, and my friends are walking with me.

Where old age will come, where weariness will arrive, I still don't know.

One day I'll cross that border

And I'll look at myself with a smile,

And I'll live and I'll love life,

I won't start to urge on and hurry through my years.