Юрий Визбор - Не провожай меня
текст песни

Don't see me off, don't see
You wait for me, but you don't have to see
Lies the earth, fogs fresh
Lies my road as a reward
But every day lived without you
Still come with me to pay
In the distance, the winds will be punched
That, leaving, you need to say goodbye
My strange world will be delighted to me
Dawns will come at the fire to bask
And on a guitar old string
The dew will crawl and fall on the heart
And the guys will sing around the fire
And punch a moose with an electric
And as if neither a fluff nor a pen
From old days and from my habits
But every day it is building a moan
And it grows rapidly and menacingly
And I scream in the rumpled microphone
"You come until it's too late!
While the moon is like a knife tip
While the ice is melting in the morning in the morning
While the earth is fogs fresh
While helicopters arrive at us "