Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Баллада о двух погибших лебедях

Trumpet horns: hurry, hurry! -
And swarm formation.
The soul of hunting austere,
From the living ox Formation.

Well, fun for people -
Kill the two white swans!
And arrows sped up ...
Archers have good eye -
And these swans just
Today met.

She lived under the sun - there,
Where blue stars without account
Where the power of swans
High flight.

You soar - wing Raskin -
The thick blue quivering.
Slides on the slopes of God -
At this height, which continue
Probably will fly
Only the angels and moans.

But he caught up with her there -
And a single happy moment -
But maybe he was a bright moment
Their swan song ...

Two white angels akin,
To the ground they went -
The dangerous habit!
From behind the bushes, both because of the walls,
Keep an eye on the hunters,
That happiness was short.

Here wipe their brow
The perpetrators of the fall:
It came true last plea -
& quot; Stop the Moment! & quot;

So this verse was sung eternal
At the peak of their swan song -
Schastlivtsev overnight:
They fell down together,
And remains in seventh,
At the highest heaven of happiness.