Прощайте ребята / Goodbye guys ! / Юрий Устинов / Yuri Ustinov

Goodbye guys! It’s time for me back There, where the path goes into the pass. And we understand all, although with a slurred song I didn’t say what I wanted to tell you. Under the arches of the forest, under the wings of the stairs, Under the long flutes of school bells Let familiar songs warm your soul, Let the straps of large backpacks glitter. The paths begin with the first step, With a last glance at the coals of a bonfire. And the guitar’s neck is like a flagstaff without a flag, But the flag is your memory. Farewell. It’s time. But the flag is your memory. Farewell. It’s time.