Текст песни Евгений Клячкин - Прощание с Родиной

I say goodbye to the country,
Where
Live life, not make out
someone
And for the last time - until
here
This air is like wine
I drink.

And to me, the land of guilt
no
I'm not the worst you
a son
If the wedge on you
shine
Suppose I did decide that the light -
wedge.

Being cruel to his sons -
sin
If indeed you are to them -
mother
The first snow of course your
snow
But let me and the second
know.

A love for you, believe me
there is
I and slush your
glad
But poison for love -
flattery
So what, you say you drink
poison?

You are in me as I in you -
all
But do not scream none
scar
That pain bell
here
slander proshelestit
there.

I say goodbye to the country,
Where
Live life, not make out
someone
And for the last time - until
here
This air is like wine
I drink.
 

May 3, 1973