Текст песни Вероника Долина - Помилуй, Боже, стариков...

Have mercy, O God, the elderly,
Their heads and hands,
I heard the sound of their boots
On the bridge of separation.

Have mercy, O God, the elderly,
They were mongrels, Vasek, mosek,
Bunch of parsley and carrots,
And avosek holes.

Forgive them gossips
And weak vessels,
And the sound is broken into pieces
Porcelain tableware,

And yellowed sheets
Forgotten novel,
And the golden roots
Musset and Maupassant.

Dilapidated, old people themselves,
Their unfashionable clothing
Their heels, their wigs -
As signs of hope.

On them rests the dust of ages -
They are not the takovskih.
Have mercy, O God, the elderly,
Have mercy, O God, the elderly,
Especially in Moscow ...