Текст песни Юрий Белоусов - Прощай

Cry of a swan, late fall
You flew to the blue sea.
Waving its wings, a white bird
She said goodbye to her native lake.

And all that was left is left
Under her wing, under her straightened.
A proud bird, a white bird.
Chases her away, frosty winter.

Chorus:
Ah. The bird flies high.
Ah. Will not return, do not say goodbye.
Ah. Do not douche, do not wake up.
Ah. Only in the heart is pain and sadness.
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

And he gathered in distant lands.
Farewell to the native walls.
So life plays a cruel game
Occasionally, and not at the time.

That the bag is empty, I'm not sad.
The decrepit that the port, nothing to celebrate.
Happy that a pure soul remained.
It’s easy for me to atone for my sins.

Chorus.

Cry of a swan, late fall
You flew to the blue sea.
Waving its wings, a white bird
She said goodbye to her native lake.

Chorus.