Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Песня о двух погибших лебедях

Trumpet horns: hurry, hurry! -
 And swarm formation.
 The soul of hunting austere,
 From the living ox Formation.

 Well, fun for people -
 Kill the two white swans!
 And arrows sped up ...
 At archers trained eye -
 And these swans just
 Today met.

 She lived under the sun - there,
 Where blue stars without account
 Where the power of swans
 High flight.

 You soar - wing Raskin -
 The thick blue quivering.
 Slides on the slopes of God -
 At this height, which continue
 Probably will fly
 Only the angels and moans.

 But he caught up with her there -
 And a single happy moment -
 But maybe he was a bright moment
 Their swan song ...

 Two white angels akin,
 To the ground they went -
 The dangerous habit!
 From behind the bushes, both because of the walls,
 Keep an eye on the hunters,
 That happiness was short.

 Here wipe their brow
 The perpetrators of the fall:
 It came true last plea -
 & Quot; Stop the Moment! & Quot;

 So this verse sung eternal
 At the peak of their swan song -
 Schastlivtsev overnight:
 They fell down together,
 And remains in seventh,
 At the highest heaven of happiness.