Lyrics АЛЕКСАНДР РАЗЕМБАУМ - Утки летят

In the marshes rustling, and the pug-maw has become stiff,
Aye yes shot, just lucky not me again.
It's evening, and ducks fly over the lake,
The fattened, duck in autumn at a great price.

Again autumn, circled carousel melodies,
I'm going to get wind of the music
And I'll play if I'm still fit for something,
And I'll sing to you if I'm fit for something.

I remember, my father and mother taught me for a long time
To treat, so to treat, to love, so to love,
To walk, so to walk, to shoot, so to shoot,
But the ducks are already flying high,
Fly, so fly, I'll wave my hand.

I do not regret that I live often, as it is necessary,
Only I know that one day, one day,
All will return, be sure to come back again
And the weather, and hopes, and the warmth of friends.

So we are bored to make the minute more joyful
Our meeting, and she is no longer behind the mountain,
Again in the spring the ducks will return from the flight,
Lonely in the lakes with blue water.

I remember, my father and mother taught me for a long time
To treat, so to treat, to love, so to love,
To walk, so to walk, to shoot, so to shoot,
But the ducks are already flying high,
Fly, so fly, I'll wave my hand.
Fly, so fly, I'll wave my hand.

How did a quick gyrfalcon run after a fox,
So even now he spies his prey,
Do not say goodbye, I say to you until the next meeting,
All will return, and will return, means, we will live.

I remember, my father and mother taught me for a long time
To treat, so to treat, to love, so to love,
To walk, so to walk, to shoot, so to shoot,
But the ducks are already flying high,
Fly, so fly, I'll wave my hand.
Fly, so fly, I'll wave my hand.
Fly, so fly, I'll wave my hand.