Текст песни Мистер Кредо - Стая белых лебедей летят на Юг

I'm sorry, but flocks of white swans,
They aspire to the South, taking with them ...
On white wings, a prophetic love,
In the distance of ghostly lights ...

No need to remember more about the warm summer,
Do not remember anymore, about the bright light,
My love said goodbye to him, with happiness,
That moment can not be returned, it does not shine to us ...

  Flocks of white swans fly south,
  There, my love from everyone, was covered by a blizzard,
  I want to fly with you, give me an answer,
  You have wings - I do not have them ...

My Love, oh how should I be?
Hint the same ...
And make it so that you were,
To the heart is closer ...

And flocks of white swans, to me return,
But you're leaving me, I can see ...

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