Текст песни Елена Фролова - Разлетелось в серебряные дребезги

Silver scattered in smithereens
Mirror and look in it,
My Swans, Swans,
Today, fly home,
From the sunny heights fell
I was right on the chest feather
Today, I scattered the dream
The fine silver.
Silver cry call
Silver sing to me,
My fosterling, lebedenok,
Easy for you to fly?
From the sunny heights fell
I was right on the chest feather
Today, I scattered the dream
The fine silver.

        I go and tell
        Neither the mother nor kin,
        I go and stand in the church
        And I pray to saints
        About a young swan.

Silver scattered in smithereens
Mirror and look in it,
My Swans, Swans,
Today, fly home,