Текст песни Известный исполнитель - Перо жар-птицы

The golden water repeated the dawn
through the amber in the river.
The firebird flew, lost its feather
on the white coastal sand.
The prince took up the pen as a reward,
thought it was not in vain.
- There is more beautiful joy - whispered from the sunset
him a pouring dawn. -
an overseas bird has lost its feather,
beauty of basurmanskoy fate.
Look for her, boy, beyond the edge of the land -
as a fellow without boasting?

The prince walked along a riotous road,
where hearts beat strong
He replaced happiness with dashing anxieties,
scattered the legacy of his father -
for tales - pages,
for dreams - borders ...
all the best was away
Overseas birds mocked him
And they did not go into white hands.
He died in a filthy inn on the bed,
drinking and forests and the sea.
... And the golden feather quietly died away
in the pocket of the innkeeper.