Текст песни Александр Гейнц и Сергей Данилов - Шестой караван

It is time for silent snowy forest,
Pinks the bark of warm pines through light fog,
Because in the morning late, but emergency flight
Starred from the fake swamps
In a protracted flight
Wild Ducks Sixth Caravan.

Our tent, as if the starry sky, where the walls are patchwork.
Near the black lakes, we spread the campground.
Heats the heart of the bonfire, and it comes from the tent,
Where the hunter is lying to us
That shifted flight
Wild Ducks Sixth Caravan.

Only I can't atone for his bright joy,
Having supported the conversation, at least the word I did not climb into your pocket.
It is difficult to put in the reproach that there is meanness and greed in the world,
But, not knowing about
Rifles in the sky cool
Wild Ducks Sixth Caravan.

I fell behind the flock, and thus left the shoot.
Unfinished Final At Suites from Pain and Ran ...
In the midst of fuss it is a momentary
See: in heaven
The beauty disappears -
Wild Ducks Sixth Caravan.