Текст песни Визбор Ю. - Не жалейте меня

Dm Gm A Dm
That summer it rained, and cried weather
B Eb A Dm
Above that the front did not see the outcome,
F B A A7 B D7
And in an old cloak among the people through the puddles,
Gm Dm A Dm
As if I was walking among the things awkward.

Dm D7 Gm
Chorus: Do not pity me, do not regret,
C F
Now what to say whose fault is it? ...
B Eb
You pour wine into glasses
A Dm
And say, "Hey, old man!"
D7 Gm
The names of the blood of wounded
C F
Drink, my friends, is now unvarnished
B Eb
We are for the women left behind us,
A Dm
And for women who have left us.

That summer it rained, and hopes collapsed,
That God will reward us for the dedication and tenderness,
What Spila this murk - rotten branch garden,
With all the ever arranged as it should.

That summer it rained, and it was very damp,
In the summer ahead of us just fall luminaries
But hiding a banal little thought:
The coming spring - unbegun book.