Текст песни Андрей Макаревич - Посвящение В. Высоцкому - 2

Each deadline will come out, running breaks,
The circle opens and not to cord in any way.
On bumps of roads, along the bends of rivers,
Through the covers of hands in the last lynx.
Through the covers of hands in the last lynx.

And what words are pronounced after!
It is a pity that the move is not to direct back.
Golds grass where we are no longer there,
The sunrise is burning out and the rooks are voting.
The sunrise is burning out and the rooks are voting.

We are not waiting for the battle with time of the battle.
How much should we be in captivity - maybe days, maybe years?
We will return the grass with April rain,
You feel spring and look after us,
You will see spring ...