Текст песни В память М.Кругу - Вот и нету его,только крест на могиле...

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

Again let engulf his throat burning loop
The song takes off into the sky with a broken wing
Forty he broke a string of Tver moon
When we sang a song - 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
And a huge rage in the soul zatailyu

Common measures are not, it is always so in Russia
The richer the soul, the more absurd death
He forgave much everything, but he does not forgive
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 the 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
The world is full of good and evil nemerenno
And over the Tver burn with boundless faith
Gold crosses his golden dome.