Текст песни Андрей Макаревич - Посвящение В. Высоцкому - 2

Will be released every time, runs running,
Unlocking the circle and do not speak in any way.
On Ughabam roads, on rays of rivers,
Through the launch of the hands on the last Ryshi.
Through the launch of the hands on the last Ryshi.

And what words are pronounced after!
It is a pity that time stroke does not send back.
Green grass where there are no more
Rooking sunrise and rolling rose.
Rooking sunrise and rolling rose.

Cumbling with time battle and wonders we do not expect.
How much to be to us in captivity - maybe days maybe?
We will return the grass and with April rain,
You honor the spring and see us after
You will see spring ...