Текст песни Михаил Шифутинский - Не стреляйте в белых лебедей

Sadness will fall into the soul, like a pebble from a hand into the water
The autumn leaf will throw the calendar for fine days
I'll go out for a smoke, walk, in the sky, the flocks above me
In my heart I pray for them that they all get home.

Chorus:
Don't shoot white swans
Free they fly home.
Through the pain of all zones and camps
Let them fly, themselves, fly.

I remember that I forgot long ago, I drove away from myself for many years
It's painful and funny, as if it never happened and is not.
This night my wife will dream, sit next to me and sigh so hard,
And the little son will shout "Hello, dad ...", and I wake up - there is no one

Chorus:
Don't shoot white swans
Free they fly home.
Through the pain of all zones and camps
Let them fly, fly, fly.

In the windows waiting for loving people
The sleepless lights are burning
Don't shoot white swans
Free they fly home.

Sadness will fall into the soul, like a pebble from a hand into the water.
Two hunters, as of old, hid by the river.

Chorus:
Don't shoot white swans
Free they fly home.
Through the pain of all zones and camps
Let them fly, themselves fly.

In the windows of waiting, loving people,
The sleepless lights are burning
Don't shoot white swans
Free they fly home.

Free they fly home ...