Текст песни Сергей Чумаков - Прощальный блюз

In the silence of midnight blues , we sing it too late
And in the face of such sadness, such as in the eyes of the stars .
You may not hear from me again ,
But farewell blues you will not hear any more. No.

Will pouring cold rain and pounding the wet roofs
And play the violin night so all will hear it
You may not hear from me again ,
But farewell blues you will not hear any more. No.

That was the end of love, and seemed to be eternal
Not enough words even on the day of our last meeting .
You may not hear from me again ,
But farewell blues you will not hear any more. No.