Текст песни Юрий Визбор - Не жалейте меня

i iv V i
It rained that summer and the weather cried
     VI IIb V i
Over the fact that there was no outcome ahead,
      III VI V V7 VI I7
And in an old cloak among people in the puddles,
     iv i V i
As if in the midst of things I walked awkwardly.

        i I7 iv
Chorus: Don't pity me, don't pity
               VII III
        What now to say whose fault? ...
              VI IIb
        You pour wine into glasses
              V i
        And say, "Hello, old man!"
                   I7 iv
        Into the blood wounded by names
                  VII III
        Let's drink, brothers, now unvarnished
               VI IIb
        We are for the women we left
              V i
        And for the women who left us.

It rained that summer and hopes were crumbling
That God will reward us for devotion and tenderness,
We’re cutting this dregs - rotten branches of the garden,
That everything will ever work out as it should.

It rained that summer, and it was very damp,
That summer ahead only autumn shone for us,
But one banal thought was hiding:
The coming spring is a non-book.

Vizbor played in the h-moll key, (he had a seven-string guitar):

i - Hm
I7 - H7
IIb - Cb (= H)
III - D
iv - Em
V - F #
V7 - F # 7
VI - G
VII - A

On a six-string it is more convenient to play d-moll:

i - Dm
I7 - D7
IIb - Eb
III - F
iv - Gm
V - a
V7 - A7
VI - B
VII - C