Текст песни Ліна Костенко - Старесенька, іде по тій дорозі

The old woman is walking down that road.
As always. As recently. How long ago.
She stopped. Her legs hurt.
There was health, where is it now?

And goes again ... Disappears behind the trees ...
Dawn shook the trail with snow.
Where are you going? I'm waiting for you. In vain.
The lantern is on, no one has extinguished it.

My grandmother, my older mother!
Though it should be, though the shadow, even if you leave your image!
What words will I tell you?
that you will not hurt me forever!

The earth without you will not give birth to a stalk,
and young minds will not reach.
Where are you going? Your liqueur to wander,
and the seeds lie in nodules.

Well, space, well, computer, nucleins.
And those tales, that word, those gardens,
and so on crumbs, crumbs Ukraine -
goes with you, my God, where ?!

At least look around! Stay a little longer!
You already have time, it's late, but there is.
Take home from the white carpet.
Here is our threshold, don't you recognize?

You don't come in. They say you died.
Then it was May, and now it's winter.
I would come in or something, even though I wiped my tears.
And then she left, and you're gone, and you're gone ...

Old woman, someone's grandmother is coming,
and even who knows what her name is.
And I look out the window, I look,
to think that maybe it's mine

Lina Kostenko ©

[An old woman walks along the road.
As before. As recently. How long ago.
Stopped. My legs hurt.
Health was. Where is it now?

She passed and disappeared ... It was raining in the yard.
On the snow trail with all my might
where are you going I'm waiting for you. Insolently.
The lantern is on, no one has extinguished it.

My grandmother, old mother!
Leave at least a trace, at least a shadow, at least your image!
In what words will I tell you,
that you are always in me, always with me?

Without you, the stalks on earth do not sprout,
and children do not run to the mind.
Where are you going? Your liqueur wanders,
and in the nodules the seeds lie.

Well, space, well, computer, nucleins ...
Where are those gardens, those fairy tales, those words?
That's how crumbs crumb Ukraine
God is going where, barely alive.

At least look back! Stay a little longer!
It's too late, and it's time for you, but still
return home on the white path.
Here is our threshold, do you recognize it?

You don't come in. There is no you in the world.
Then we had May, now - February.
I would at least wipe my tears and
would stay ... But there is no you. What a pity!

Here's someone's old grandmother there
goes, I do not know what to call her ...
I look out the window at her, I look
and I think: "maybe my mother" ...]