Текст песни Виктор Федоров - Дикие гуси

At twelve o'clock,
When the whole world is closed and bolted,
At twelve o'clock,
When the silence is so full of voices,
As the oceans become shallow at low tide,
And the mountains are lower,
And fugitive glare at night green
On the roofs of Milan, Madrid, Paris ...
The emptiness of the earth flies
Messed up all the way,
This blue ball,
Not come up to you -
But the convoy sailing to distant lands
Flocks of wild geese nepugannyh.

Each of the birds
Under gray wing - the radiance of lightning,
And my goose bears
Gleanings dream that somewhere rise.
And if someone can not sleep now,
And the wind, he also swallows,
That the moon yolk he vosled these birds
In space and time also increases ...
And over lace birch
Rounding green Flatwater
Horror shall cover the wings of Russia
Belated gray goose,
Here pierce the clouds afar ringing
Jets radiant celestial axes -
And floating caravan to distant lands
Flocks of wild geese nepugannyh.