The Years Fly by Yevgeny Dolmatovsky

That's how we live, not waiting for repose,

We remain true to our juvenile as before used;

And our hearts still burn with the same warmly fire,

They burn because friendship is above all concern.

Chorus:

And the years’e flying  by,

Our years fly like  leisure birds,

And we have no time to look back.

The joys of meetings and the bitterness of partings,

We have experienced it all, comrade and friend,

And where we once walked as lovers at all,

Where we walked as lovers, the trees have now grown tall.

Chorus.

We are not made for easy, pathways,

And this habit is also in our babys.

We go with them to meet the winds,

To meet the winds cold

So we will never grow old!

   Chorus