Текст песни Юрий Визбор - Иркутск

Dm
And you say: & quot; love & quot ;,
Gm
And I say: & quot; Do not lie & quot ;,
A
Towing vehicle
Dm
All my life to repay debts.
F C
The charge of my way to the temple,
B A
Roads rings string
Dm Gm
There, where stands Irkutsk,
A Dm
Apparently drunk.

Oh, it would now be laid
The hand on your shoulder.
The land before the round,
What do we see each other again.
In the wet, the sand
Your trace swept wave.
And sadly sighed Irkutsk,
Perhaps again, drunk.

And you say: & quot; Hold & quot ;,
And I say: & quot; & quot ;, Cases
Flying in Black empty
Like an angel, but without wings.
And the day without you in anguish,
And the night without you sick
Towards flying Irkutsk,
Certainly still drunk.

1967
Mongolia