Текст песни Елена Минина и Сергей Роговцев - Проходят эльфы

As in the carotid Pines
on the edge of the forest
It takes the wind
As for lakes
are waves
Weaving Networks
From silver and emerald,
As the schooner hove
It passes smoothly
on the surface of the sea -
Pass elves.
Pass Elves
forest paths,
Stepping lightly.
Pass the next -
and yet by,
How alien life
Passes.
Well, you should not be sad,
Let the heart beats,
How to beat before,
while the beating
It will not break.
Caressing the flute,
on it gently
Pass your fingers.
Oh, why do under heaven
We all - wanderers?
Swaying pine trees on the edge of the forest,
It takes the wind
Recalling that all the passes,
Everything everything.