Текст песни Памяти Владислава Галкина - Високосный год

Music Vladimir Kachan
                  Poetry Leonid Filatov

On a leap year - damn year
How do we forget about it blithely
And trust life fragile progress
All the same boats and trams

And yet in this year's ill-fated
We are closely studying the lens
Of the thousands of people - not one ... not one ... not one ...
Individual faces snatching

And some supreme hand
In whose will all the death and delay
Parting the clouds above the crowd
Snatches us alone

And we run, hurry, snuem
Reasons hurry and really quite a lot of
And then we learn about his friend's death
Stumbling on the obituary column

And standing in a crowded subway
Preparing to see it shine forth:
Here he is, his face is dead,
That is not, here it is in the burial pit

Variable registration and close relatives,
He treads the angels stellar gravel
And all that's left of it -
With half a dozen random photos

Had we with him in that terrible moment
And death would be lost in a duel:
She used it took the collar,
And we would have seized on shoes

But what is there to talk about, since the hour
Word is now little that decide
And said ten thousand times
They are friends, alas, does not resurrect

Disastrous year - who are now to blame?
Weather whether, with its rain and hail?
You can live apart and do not even call
But in a leap year to keep close