Текст песни Виктор Берковский - До свиданья, дорогие

It’s as if at first
Fate begins
At the concrete pier,
At the last pillar.

There were storms far away
The land is near here
Here is the blue scarf
I squinted, searched.

And hardly forgotten
These few minutes:
They used to wait for me here
And now they’re not waiting.

White foam, soft paw
The waves are breaking about the lighthouse.
I'm going down the ramp -
Independent sailor.

But they call all the time
Distant seas
Everybody is floating away
Choose anchors.

So we are from someone’s fate,
As if from the pier, departed
So people leave us,
Like ships in the sea.

Goodbye dear
You are not a feather or a feather!
May you meet others
Only fair winds!

The blue sea sparkles
White seagulls scurry about ...
I'm not hinting at anything
Just singing a song.