Текст песни Александр Вертинский - Ворчливая песенка

It's hard for retarded dads like me:
Daughters and sons are growing up ...
And already they tidy us up
These "critics" and "experts"!

Let's say you express your judgment
(Maybe you sweated over him all your life!) -
They find it funny, they have a different opinion ...
"You, father, are awfully outdated!"

I'm sorry! I'm in step! What about shortness of breath? ..
This, so to speak, does not count!
I can't fucking jump
Run two hundred years ahead! ..

Well of course it's useless to argue
They don't need to answer either ...
But stubbornly, meekly and kindly
You can teach them what!

To teach at least not to be arrogant
And do not despise your fathers,
Somehow reckon with our age,
Somehow all the same to respect adults!

Listen to them - so they are "big"
They can rule the whole world!
However, they have such intentions,
Which, of course, is hard to argue!

Well, we must generally agree ...
Step aside and be silent
Somehow to reckon with this age,
Somehow to respect these juniors!

And I'm afraid that dads will have to
To surrender the familiar throne
Give everything to unceremonious paws,
And go to study ... to the Komsomol!