Текст песни Юрий Визбор - Не жалейте меня

Do not pity me

The summer rains and the weather is crying
Above that the front did not see the outcome.
And in an old cloak among the people through the puddles,
As if among the things I walked awkwardly.

That summer it rained and collapsed hopes,
What does God have a reward for loyalty and tenderness,
What Spila this murk - rotten branch garden,
With all the ever arranged as it should.

That summer it rained and was very damp,
In the summer ahead of us just fall luminaries.
But hiding a banal little thought:
The coming spring - unbegun book.

Do not pity me, do not regret,
Now what to say: "Whose fault is it?"
You pour wine into glasses
And say, "Hey, old man!"
In the blood of wounded names
Drink, my friends, is now unvarnished
We are for the women left behind us,
And for women who have left us.

July 15, 1976
Fan mountains, alpine camp "Varzob"