Seventy years—no cause for sorrow,
There’s still much to do tomorrow.
Age is nothing, lack of money—yes,
But hands and legs still serve, no less.
A sense of honor, skill, and will,
The power to labor, create, fulfill—
Then with a youthful soul in fight,
Our Shevchenko can face the plight.
And triumph.
Perhaps enjoy a drink,
Or even have a proper drink.