Lyrics Высоцкий В.С. - Про двух белых лебедей

Trumpet horns: quickly, quickly! -
And swarms swarm.
The soul of the hunters without tricks,
From the veins of the oxen lived.

Well and fun at people -
Kill two white swans!
And the arrows rushed up ...
The archers have an eye, -
And these swans are just
Today met.

She lived under the sun - there,
Where are the blue stars without an account,
Where the swans can work
High flight.

You vzpari - wing spread -
Into a thick tremulous blue.
Slips on God's slopes, -
In this high, where and henceforth
Maybe it will fly
Only angels and moans.

But he and it overtook her -
And one moment is happy, -
But maybe it was that bright moment
Their song is swan ...

Two white angels are akin,
To the ground they went -
Dangerous habits!
Because of the bushes, both because of the walls,
Follow the hunters,
So that happiness was brief.

Here wipe the sweat from the forehead
Culprits of the Fall:
The last plea came true -
"Stop, moment!"

So the eternal verse was chanted
In the peak of their swan song -
Lucky people of the night:
They fell down together,
And left on the seventh,
On the highest heaven of happiness.