Юлий Ким - На день рождения Галича
текст песни

I saved on a jar alone,
Yes, he could not endure, swallowed - left a third,
And went to Dubnu near Moscow,
There to look at Galich alive.

And Dubna - she, oh, is not close,
And in Dubna there is only physics,
No ideas are only formulas,
No people - you can see, died ...

Positrons, phaseotones, sulfate,
I raking all this rubbish,
And how the physical nanos ended,-
I see Galich with a guitar nabekrin!

He sits his leg on his leg,
Like on a lip, as if for a long time.
Oh, what a nonsense, the whim that
Has a person in the wilderness of cleaned?

And Galich answers me: - You sit down,
Yes, pass your jar to the bottom!
After all, I myself came here to all my life,
And I will not leave here the hell!

Tea, all the protons were covered with you,
But they have all the salt, they have all the happiness:
Only here to live for their own goals -
And the string rings, and the goals itself!

I unfasten my overalls,
I take out a newspaper: at, they say, look ...
And the newspaper says:
"Revolution in Moscow. The first decree of the new government: On the appointment of Alexander
Solzhenitsyna is the main censor of the Soviet Union. "

Then we rushed into a passing positron,
And in the Central House of Artists, and there they got drunk like hmyri!
And the next morning the radio says
That, they say, the people are in vain:
These are our physicists on a bet
Twisted the rally on the contrary.

We looked at each other - and to Glavlit:
And there everything is still- well, well! ..
We formed five half -liter with Galich,
We sat down without a ticket - and let's go to Dubna ...

And Dubna, she, oh, is not close,
And in Dubna there is only physics,
Only here to live for their own goals -
And the string rings, and the goals itself!
Ain, Cweh, Drey! ..