Текст песни Юрий Визбор - В то лето шли дожди

i iv V i
It rained that summer and the weather cried
VI IIb V i
Over the fact that there was no outcome ahead,
III VI V V7 VI I7
And in an old raincoat among people in puddles,
iv i V i
As if I walked awkwardly among things.

i I7 iv
Chorus: Don't pity me, don't pity me,
VII III
What can I say now, whose fault? ...
VI IIb
Pour wine into glasses
V i
And say, "Hello old chap!"
I7 iv
Wounded in blood by names
VII III
Let's drink, brothers, now without embellishment
VI IIb
We are for the women we left behind
V i
And for the women who left us.

That summer it rained and hopes were shattered
That God will reward us for loyalty and tenderness,
That we will cut down this dregs - the rotten branches of the garden,
That everything will work out right someday.

It rained that summer and it was very damp
That summer, only autumn was ahead of us,
But one banal thought was hiding:
The coming spring is not a book yet.

Vizbor played in the key of h-minor, (he had a seven-string guitar):

i - Hm
I7 - H7
IIb - Cb (= H)
III - D
iv - Em
V - F #
V7 - F # 7
VI - G
VII - A

The six-string is more convenient to play in d-moll:

i - Dm
I7 - D7
IIb - Eb
III - F
iv - Gm
V - A
V7 - A7
VI - B
VII - C