Текст песни Светлана Ранда - Летите, лебеди,летите

Swans flew, flew
To heat flew from snowstorm
The island is a distant and alien
We flew from his native land.
But it was very sad
Parting with the native lake.

Swans flew, flew
To heat flew from snowstorm
There, where the summer all year round,
There, where everything around blooms,
But it was very sad
Parting with the native lake.

And making a farewell lap
Over mournful wave
They promised
What will arrive in the spring.
Nature is immutable circle
Umchitsya the winter blizzards,
And a flock of white birds
With the spring wind will arrive.

loss

Nature is immutable circle
Umchitsya the winter blizzards.
Fly, swans, fly
And back again.