| When I get old like Santa Claus, | 
| Who brought gifts to gray hares. | 
| I will sit in the bureau, take a pen, and sketch out my memoirs, | 
| I'll turn off the lamp, light a candle, and the sheet will turn black. | 
| I will remember everything that happened, how I loved him to the grave, | 
| And then I got tired of love. | 
| It was and it's gone. | 
| I will remember everything that happened, how I loved him to the grave, | 
| And then I got tired of love. | 
| It was and it's gone, it's gone. | 
| When I become old, like Dr. Aibolit, | 
| Who heals a hiccup, what hurts someone. | 
| Maybe then I'll start to hunt with medicinal herbs, | 
| I will go out to rest, treat people, and remember at my leisure. | 
| I will remember everything that happened, how I loved him to the grave, | 
| And then I got tired of love. | 
| It was and it's gone. | 
| I will remember everything that happened, how I loved him to the grave, | 
| And then I got tired of love. | 
| It was and it's gone, it's gone. | 
| When I become old, like grandfather Mazay, | 
| Who drove the gray hare from hell to heaven, | 
| I'll dry the oar, brush away a tear, good night, my hares! | 
| You, my furry friends, will benefit from my story. | 
| I will remember everything that happened, how I loved him to the grave, | 
| And then I got tired of love. | 
| It was and it's gone. | 
| I will remember everything that happened, how I loved him to the grave, | 
| And then I got tired of love. | 
| It was and it's gone, it's gone. | 
| When I get old... | 
| When I get old... | 
| When I get old... | 
| When… |