Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Трубят рога - скорей, скорей...

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 no account,
Where the power of swans
High flight.

Vspari Raskin and two wings,
The thick quivering blue
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 the happy moment, a single,
Yes was the only bright moment
Their swan song ...

Winged angel is similar,
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.

That wiped them with the sweat from his forehead
The perpetrators of the fall,
It came true last plea:
& quot; Stop the Moment! & quot;

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