Текст песни Константин Рыбаков - Памяти Юрия Визбора

Slowly the roof escape
Time drops in April;
that we did not have time to say -
I do not belong to us.
Bright stained glass windows
look at running reflect
We sometimes returning
lived in the days of mirages.

turns five-fingered leaf -
scion sad maple;
coughs loudly crow;
puddles in heaven is;
sunbeam stirs
ripples lake beds.
Thoughts shabby notebook,
if in the bank - a pittance.

In the eternity of not believing in a hurry:
meeting, love, farewell,
letters, phone calls, promises
apple with apple - life:
slowly escapes from the roof
Time drops in April
that we did not have time to say -
I do not belong to us.