Текст песни Елена Минина и Сергей Роговцев - Проходят эльфы

How in the carotid Pines
on the edge of the forest
Passes wind,
As for lakes
are the wave
Weaving a network
Silver and emerald,
As the schooner hove
Runs smoothly
on the surface of the sea -
Pass elves.
Pass Elves
forest paths,
Stepping lightly.
Pass near -
yet by,
As someone else's life
Passes.
Well, you should not be sad,
Let the heart beats,
How to beat before,
while the beating
Will not break.
Caressing the flute,
on it gently
Pass fingers.
Oh, why do under heaven
We all - wanderers?
Swaying pine trees on the edge of the forest,
Passes wind,
Recalling that all passes,
Everything, everything in the world.

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