Андрей Земсков - Памяти Александра Галича
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Memory of Alexander Galich
Andrey Zemskov

We are all people of the road
We are all singing birds,
Beded lines
With a yellowed page.
It burns us eyelashes
"Ca IRA" Sanquult.
We are all hiking birds
In anticipation of flight.

Not fans of yat
Do not pages of interjection,
We believe in the power of hugs
And in the powerless of centuries.
But the winds are inflated
The past that did not become a fairy tale ...
Clouds cool
In the permafrost of Magadan.

Let it be special
The century considers the game of us.
We go to hitchhiking
In our bird antiquity,
To remember again
We are a native dialect.

We are the pilgrims of the word
We are pilgrims in the word
From the country Mesopotamia.

August 1997