Текст песни Розенбаум Александр - Глухари

Capercaillies on the current are fighting with their breasts until they bleed,
They dispersed in earnest - I would live ...
This is how we once lived, from dawn to dawn,
And they fell in love and loved - the years have been racing since that time.

Years raced, beaks worn out, wounds healed long ago,
Only the scars remained a good memory.
And they pecked all the rowan and tore it for wine,
But who remembered - flew to the familiar window.

Draws in the fall from the forest ... House, smoke winds over the roof ...
And Antonovka has matured, turned yellow ...
Before I had time to look back, my friend Vovka turned gray,
But, too, there was a case, twitched his frets.

In the swamps everything is as before, wings flap in the distance,
Everything is rowdy, everything is splashing prowess.
Well, I won't - I burned the curtain -
And then I remember, then I forget how I went after the birds.

Capercaillies on the current are fighting with their breasts until they bleed,
They dispersed in earnest - I would live ...
This is how we once lived, from dawn to dawn,
And they fell in love and loved - the years have been racing since that time.