Текст песни Вика Цыганова, Игорь Слуцкий и Михаил Гулько - Посвящение Михаилу Кругу

So I do not have it, just cross on the grave
Only the mountain of flowers and a huge failure
So no one will ever sing in this world
About a merry life and scratchy Central.

Again let engulf his throat burning loop
The song takes off into the sky with a broken wing
Forty-string he broke under the moon Tver
When we sang a song - I come to my house.

Evil men came spat per
Yesenin was for us, We had Michael ...
We see the one who shot These songs listened to
And a huge rage in the soul zatailyu

The overall measure is not here, so it is always in Russia
The richer the soul, the more absurd death
He forgave much everything, but he is not forgiven
And not allowed to say and did not allow to finish singing.

In Russia, as always - looking for bullets poet
Late friends and doctors could not
And as a bird flew out the window sign
And they went forty days to sell for rubles.

So do not have it, he was the first course
In the world a lot of good and evil nemerenno
And over the Tver burn with boundless faith
Gold cross, gold of his dome.