They were nor young and neither aged...

They were nor young and neither aged
By chance they turned to meet halfway
They were so tired, so irate
They managed to slow down on trail

He watched her closely for a second
She looked at him with pure surprise
He cast a smile with his candor
She smiled back without disguise

They realized within an eyewink
That it was written in the stars
That now – was the right of all insts
That now – was the way required.

The city morphed in guitar stage
And they were strolling with arms braced
They were nor young and neither aged
They were so tired and so blessed..
 

Не юные, не старые,
На полдороги встретились.
Сердитые, усталые,
Вдруг на бегу замедлились.

Он посмотрел попристальней.
Она — чуть с удивлением.
Он улыбнулся искренне,
Она — с благодарением.

И поняли отчаянно,
Что так и было задано!
Что вот сейчас — и правильно!
Что вот сейчас — и надобно!

И город стал гитарою.
И вместе шли, красивые -
Не юные, не старые,
Усталые...
Счастливые...
(Аркадий Мирошниченко)