Текст песни Виктор Федоров - Дикие гуси

At twelve o'clock,
When the whole world is closed and bolted,
At twelve o'clock,
When silence is so full of voices,
As the oceans become shallow at low tide,
And the mountains are lower,
And fugitive glare in the night green
On the roofs of Milan, Madrid, Paris ...
In the emptiness of the earth flies,
Having mixed all the way,
This blue ball,
Not think of you -
But the convoy sailing to distant lands
Nepugannyh Flocks of wild geese.

Each of the birds
Under the wing of gray - the radiance of lightning,
And my goose bears
Gleanings dream that somewhere rise.
And if someone can not sleep now,
And the wind, he also swallows,
That the moon egg yolk he vosled these birds
In space and time also increases ...
A lace over the birches,
Rounding green Flatwater
Horror shall cover the wings of Russia
Belated gray goose,
That cloud afar ringing pierce
Jets radiant celestial axes -
And floating caravan to distant lands
Nepugannyh Flocks of wild geese.