Текст песни Александр Городницкий - Перелетные ангелы

We do not sleep at night the July in the manger,
Do not twist the rooms we sweet smoke cigarettes.
Migratory angels fly north
And their delicate wings burn frost.

Angels descend on the roofs of buildings,
And the abandoned temples they sleep,
A morning shot in a long-range flight,
Because short spring days.

And when the winds are warm in person we serve,
And last of laziness you dropped your scrap
This means your head off forever gray
Autumn deliverance swan wing.

You do not cry, bratishechki by longtime family
You do not lie, bratishechki, lost about south -
Migratory angels fly north
And heavy wings over the tundra sing.

1963