Goodbye, my friend, goodbye,
And I ask you, do not be sad,
There will be many more parting,
There will be new meetings on the way.
There will be new mountains, rivers,
Waterfalls, thresholds, rains.
Do not be sad to the last meeting,
New meeting with friends wait.
These meetings you will have a lot
On your close roads.
Maybe on ... thresholds
Make friends dear friends.
And in the mountains on the weathered rocks
On the ledge of Ile on the glacier,
Our insurance has never reversed
On my friends hook.
And in the taiga, and on the rocks of the Urals,
In the Caucasus and Panhouse Mountains
Many new friends have met
Which in the eyelids remained in the hearts.
Not terrible our friendship for years,
Neither the collapse under the root of stones
And we meet in every campaign
Our good and faithful friends.
We will go through any obstacles,
Next feeling a friend shoulder,
The wind wanderings rushes near
And we are going on the road again.
We will go through all the tests,
All traps and deaths are contrary to all.
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye,
We say goodbye to the waving hands.
We will go through all the tests,
All traps and deaths are contrary to all.
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye,
We say goodbye to the waving hands.
We say goodbye to the waving hands.