Текст песни Неизвестен - Георгий Мельник

Goodbye, my Koktebel, of the late seventies,
I can’t bring you back either by memory or by sleep,
Like those ashore beer machines
With inexpensive dry, diluted wine.

Goodbye, my Karadag, free from protection
Outlined borders, ranks, moral bonds,
Where faceted glasses are still waiting for us
And the secret of past meetings is safely protected.

Goodbye my Koktebel, you can’t afford
In other parts of the world now singing intoxicating songs
Goodbye my Koktebel, I fear drunk
Far from lovely places, there’s no time to say goodbye.