Текст песни Елена Камбурова - Проплывают облака

Do you hear, do you hear
In the grove, children's singing?
Over the silver trees
Ringing, ringing voices.

In the twilight air
Fading, fading away gradually
In the twilight air
Disappearing heaven.

The clouds are floating
Clouds float and go out.
It's the children sing and sing
The black branches are noisy.
Voices soar between the leaves
Between the unclear trunks,
In the twilight air
They do not hug, do not bring back.

Only wet leaves fly in the wind
Hurrying from the grove
Fly away like they hear from a distance
Some kind of autumn call
The clouds are floating
This is the children singing at night. At night
From grass to trees all the beating
All the trembling voices

The clouds are floating
This life is passing, passing
Get used to it, get used to it
This death we carry in ourselves,
Among the black branches of the cloud
With voices, with love
The clouds are floating
It's the children singing about everything

Do you hear, do you hear
In the grove, children's singing?
Shiny threads of rain.
Ringing voices intertwine.
Near the narrow peaks
In the new twilight for a moment
See, again, see again
Fading heaven.

Clouds float, float
Sail over the grove
Somewhere water is pouring
Just cry and sing along the autumn fences
All cry and cry, all look up
To be a child at night
And look up, just cry and sing
And not know the loss

Somewhere pouring water along the autumn fences,
Along the obscure trees
In the new twilight, singing, only cry and sing,
Just fold the leaves

Something higher than us, something higher than us
Swims and goes out
just cry and sing
just cry and sing
Only live.