Текст песни Евгений Кемеровский - Марш Высоцкому

A hand trembled and a voice trembled

And the walls seemed to tremble,

When you wheezed one into the microphone

In a large crowded room.

Trembled black bread, a glass on the table

But your fingers held a chord

"On mass graves do not put crosses", -

We whispered all singing

 

The sky trembled, and even the dawn

To the sky, for all blue

Military songs were born for a reason

But he did not return from the battlefield

 

The yellow leaf trembled, and beneath it the earth

It seemed you found the answer:

The corridors end in a wall,

And the tunnels are brought to light

 

And the scene of the Taganka was trembling with words.

They played the truth of the Fatherland

To be or not to be - that is the question

According to Hamlet, or in life

 

White snow trembled on the roofs of houses

When from the columns rang.

But the domes are covered with gold again,

So, we got down to business

 

And so many years have flown since

And fly to infinity

And there high above the mountains he sung

Semyonitch taken into eternity

 

And shivering, when all seriously

And the echo flew with the response "I"

On this Vagankovsky eternal graveyard

Meeting place where you can not change.

 

The string trembled and burst suddenly

Hoarfrost in the fog

I saw the eyes and friends and girlfriends

I heard a stone cut

 

Tears trembled in the cold wind

Trembling palms in the grip

And in every village, but in a narrow circle

Your voice from the reel wheezed about fate

Vladimir Semyonitch, farewell!