Текст песни Альберт Аскин - Чужие лебеди

You kiss me, talking about the sorrows of separation
I'm about the same whisper , nothing from you , not concealing
What to do , since our hands ringed with you
What time to fly to you again in foreign lands .
Etc.
Kissing thy migratory birds
How absurd , are often people's actions
We are keeping in the hands of true tenderness ( home ) tits
All look to the skies for alien swans .
2 .
Beckon shine its light swan feathers
Intoxicating beauty graceful white become
I kiss you , until the end of this miracle is not believing
Realizing that tomorrow you will not get up .