Departure
When ... a farewell tear ...
Covers with a sad mist our goodbyes,
Be able to forgive me things you'll hear,
'Cause very likely it's the last time you look in my eyes.
Only through the haze of rushing days
You will be able to recall my name.
But, oh, this haze - it's getting thicker, I should say,
With every, every, every single day.
R: Departure - is a tearing of the life!
It is so gloomy, dumb, inevitable it is!
But we did know about it, you and I,
as we have had and lost some our friends before this.
Whistle
And there's no need to find the words, no need,
For they are helpless. - You just listen by yourself
How fallen leaves are rustling on your feet.
As they are mutely echoing to us:
`It's just the way the life is'
(`C'est la vie').