Текст песни Amarie - Сказка о семи вьюгах

White Swallows, Size Pynes
Warm found corner,
Pacific, sweet there Snovesdishko.
Who could prevent happiness?

Only here the swallow is boring in that neleshka,
Boredom she does not overcome
Only here the swallow is boring in that neleshka,
So she flies away ...

And the first blizzard becomes
Towards a rope bird
And the blizzard over the bird laughs.
Perhaps home come home?

And with the blizzard, that falcon swept away,
From the eyes of falconry is not hiding.
View of a falcon bird scares.
Perhaps home come home?

And the blizzard the second whites,
Ah, summer under the snow does not dream
Such a blizzard will be ...
Perhaps home come home?

And with her white pigeon takes off,
But the swallow does not get along with him:
With a letter in the beak, the pigeon melts ...
Perhaps home come home?

But the third blizzard is already fond,
And the swallow is still proud.
It does not fly in a circle,
But, maybe home come home?

And the raven is ominous to prophesate
Misfortune dismissed to that bird
No, the bird does not want to crows!
So, maybe home come home?

But the swallow still nemes
And the blizzard fourth is angry,
With her, the bird shall be on top,
But, maybe home come home?

Eagle with wings dissect
That air is cold. About the bird!
Mercy those claws do not know
Perhaps home come home?

And the fifth blizzard rages,
But the bird will be borders,
Hearts on home Toscut ...
Perhaps home come home?

And in the long blocks, because it is dangerous:
There, the hawks are spinning,
I do not agree to the bird to fly to them!
So, maybe home come home?

And blizzard blizzard frost
The rest does not even dream
And the bird of the house thought wears
Maybe come back there?

And the kerms are angry,
No, their bird is also afraid,
Do not need them ... let them take away!
Or maybe home come home?

Ai, blizzard seventh cruel!
And I really do not accept it ...
Dark bird and lonely ...
Perhaps home come home?

And Filin Creek is heard somewhere
But Filin is a midnight bird ...
No, happiness here there is no swallow.
Perhaps home come home?
You need to come back home!

Yes, there are many birds in the world,
With whom she does not get along
Take over to the wind, seven blizzards will overcome
She will return home.

White swallow in the house returns,
There it is always happy.
Soon those swallows will also go
In the road - so the blizzard is not terrible.