Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Трубят рога - скорей, скорей...

Trumpet horns: hurry, hurry! -
And fumbling suite.
The soul of hunting austere,
From the living ox suite.

Well, fun for people -
Kill two white swans!
And arrows sped up ...
At archers trained eye,
And the swans just
Today met.

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

Vspari and two wings Raskin,
The thick quivering blue
Slides on the slopes of God -
At such heights, which continue
Probably will fly
Only the angels and moans.

But he caught her there -
And the happy moment, a single,
But only one was a bright moment
Their swan song ...

Winged angels akin,
They went to the ground -
Dangerous habit:
From behind the bushes, both because of the walls,
Keep an eye on the hunters,
That happiness was short.

That wiped them with the sweat from his forehead
The perpetrators of the fall,
Came true last invocation:
"Stop the Moment!"

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