Текст песни Андрей Земсков - Памяти Александра Галича

Alexander Galich's memory
Andrei Zemskov

We are all - people roads,
We are all - singing birds,
Forgotten rows
With yellowed pages.
I burn eyelashes
"CA IRA" Santello.
We all - hiking birds
Waiting for flight.

No fans of yokes
Do not plot interdethood
We believe in the force of hugs
And in powerless centuries.
But the wind fanning
Profit, do not become a fairy tale ...
Clouds are cooled
In the Magadan Merzlot.

Let the score a special
The age considers us for game.
We go hitchhiking
In our bird antiquity,
To remember again
We are native ads.

We are pilgrims words,
We are pilgrims in the Word
From the country of interfluid

August 1997.