Il testo della Voices of old people

Man 1: i got little in this world. i give honesty without regret. one hundred dollars for that picture. i remember taking a picture with...
Woman 1: ooh! let me show you. let me show you our picture. this was me and my husband when we were first married.
Woman 2: i always slept on one side, left room for my husband.
Woman 1: and that's me when we were sixteen.
Woman 2: but this, this, this, this is not the case. i still do it. i still lay on the half of the bed. (pause) we used to sneak in...
Man 2: still haven't seen the doctor i was seein'; there's been blood for the last, eh, forty-eight hours, and i can't get up the mucus for the last, eh, two, three months... oh yes, and i maintain, i maintain strongly, to this minute, i don't think it's an ordinary cold.
Woman 3: god forgive me, but an old person without money is pathetic.
Woman 4: children, and mothers, that's the way we have it. a mother-- they are (mumbling i can't make out).
Woman 5: 'cause mothers do too much.
Woman 4: that is mother's life, to live for your child. (pause) yes, my dear.
Man 3: i couldn't get younger. i have to be an old man. that's all. well...
Woman 6: are you happy here, honey? are you happy living with us?
Man 3: so anytime i walk with lou and... that's all.
Woman 6: mr. singer? are you happy living with us here?
Woman 7: but we don't do that, dear.
Woman 6: but are you happy?
Woman 7: if you mean, if, if you could say, yes, and i thought, and i was so happy, and everybody, "what is this? what is it?"
Woman 8: it just is, beautiful. like, just a room. your own room, in your own home.