Текст песни Олег Митяев 1981-89 Архивные записи КСП - 25. До свиданья, дорогие

Am E7 C7
This is as if the fate of the first begins,
C7 F
In the concrete pier, the latter column,
 E7
There were far buoys
 F
Here, the land is already close,
 G7 C A7
Here, the blue scarf I squinted, searching.

       Dm E7 Am
       And forgotten, barely,
       C C7 F
       These few minutes -
         E7 Am
       Here I once waited
            Dm H7 E7
       And now do not wait.
        Dm E7 Am
       White foam soft paw
         C C7 F
       Bute waves of a lighthouse,
       E7 Am
       I'll go myself up the ladder,
       C7 F
       I'll go myself up the ladder -
        Dm E7 Am
       Independent sailor.

But all the time calling distant sea,
All somewhere to swim, choosing anchors,
So we are on someone's destinies,
As withdrew from the pier,
So on we go people are like ships at sea.

       Goodbye, dear,
       You no fluff, no pen,
       Suppose you meet a friend
       Only a passing wind!
       blue sparkling sea,
       Seagulls white scurry,
       No not allude to that,
       Just sing a song ...