Умри старым

Most important for us is age, and lived not use
And invaluable experience. As the coins stacked in a pile
For decades, it lasted until retirement.
And some do not - and died, someone earlier, someone later.
And for me to be more important in my mind much as you can.
Although it sounds nasty, but respect
Does not deserve, it seems, only the date of birth.
Who are trying to live up to the decrepitude,
To rot in idleness and inferior place in transport -
He and quite immature age prone to corruption.
And someone is in the clear until old age.
I met infrequently such as felt by the fingers.
I met infrequently such as count on his fingers ...

In such hands, I want to live to a hundred years,
As my great-grandmother Lena father's line.
However, the last thirty years she was totally blind,
And the last ten years - permanently blue.
She played on his seven-string guitar
Own songs on poems by Pasternak.
Loved the rolls of McDuck tasteful curry
And at every opportunity, said: & quot; Ma the FAQ! & Quot;
This I learned it when I was fifteen,
And she was still sprightly ninety girl.
I put her Dead Kennedys. Fuck Nazi!
She fought with the Nazis, I treated her pizza.
If she was seeing, she tusila used on the Internet,
B Huyarila posts on LiveJournal.
And in our most important social network
On her avatar was Stalin.
I once gave her a MP3-player
And the drive with all the albums Limp Bizkit.
When she died, I have long believed,
And now, in front of her house burns the whiskey.
And it is so easy and simple,
And the player folded old hands.
I want to reach at least ninety,
See what surprise my grandchildren.