Текст песни Андрей Земсков - Лебединная песня

A flock of swans broke wings in the blood,
Looking up from the winter in half a step.
Belated with the flight (ahead of November),
Because there is no leader in the pack.

Where are you, my white-winged brother with a black mark,
Helped me out of trouble more than once?
A shot rang out over the sedge shot with small,
Life ended with a swan song:

Chorus: Fall on a dark forest
Swan fluff from heaven.
Fly away, my soul is white and black!
And how does this snow melt
Come back in Spring:
On the Swan Islands a flock is waiting for you.

In the bird's eye, "to be - not to be", as if in "Hamlet".
Only this, unfortunately, is not a game.
Remember how easy it is to fly to your native shores
Was it early Spring - to the north?

The body is on the altar, and the soul is on the table,
Wings - to the sky - it means everything is like people have.
But I shout into the microphone, as into a gun barrel:
"Do not shoot, people, at white swans!"

Chorus.