Lyrics Александр Галич - Уходят друзья

In memory of Frida Vigdorova

(Printed on the last page
announcements of death, and at first -
articles, messages and penitential letters)

    Leaving, leaving, leaving friends,
    Some - nowhere, while others - in the princes.
    In the autumn days and spring days,
    As if in the year of Sunday alone ...
    Go, go, go,
    My friends are leaving!

Do not rush to report in secret:
I do not believe you, I do not believe, I do not believe!
But they bring a newspaper at dawn
And the newspaper confirms the loss.

To know ahead of time who to shun,
And to whom was a smile - communion!
There are - go on the last page,
But which at first - those more often ...

    Leaving, leaving, leaving friends,
    Kayuk one, and another - the path.
    Such a century the wind hums,
    What mows his own and others does not spare ...
    Go, go, go,
    My friends are leaving!

We dreamed of seas, oceans,
Going straight to Hawaii!
And, like a crazy trumpeter,
Surviving friends, I convene.

I feel and taste and weight
I am testing them ... But soon
Re-bring me a newspaper agenda
To serving conscription grief.

    Leaving, leaving, leaving friends!
    They leave, as in the night a squadron at a trot.
    To them the right is not right, to them conscience is a trifle,
    Some spit, while others - forgive!
    Go, go, go,
    My friends are leaving!

And when the loss of thunder crash
Stunned, slashed over the heart,
Do not rush to report in consolation
With a lot of losses in the neighborhood.

Do not give me trouble, as if surrender,
Like a change, like a penny worn out!
I'm still not crying for the dead -
I do not know who is alive and who is dead.

    Leaving, leaving, leaving friends,
    Some - nowhere, while others - in the princes.
    In the autumn days and spring days,
    As if in the year of Sunday alone ...
    Go, go, go,
    My friends are leaving! ..

1963