Текст песни Юрий устинов - Прощайте, ребята

Goodbye , guys ! It's time I return ,
There, where the trail to pass out .
And it is clear to us , though slurred song
I do what I wanted to tell you not to say .

Under the wings of the forest , under the arches of the stairs ,
Under long flutes school bells
Let your soul warm familiar songs ,
Let chudyatsya straps large backpacks.

Ways to begin with the first step ,
With one last look at the fire embers .
A neck from a guitar - like pole without a flag ,
But the flag - your memory . Farewell. It's time .
But the flag - your memory . Farewell. It's time .