Текст песни MoSHkin - Аисты

The words of Vladimir Vysotsky
Music: Igor Shishkin Veniaminovich
Storks
The sky that day - clear,
But now there clanks armor.
And on this earth is the roar,
And the trees in the resin -grustno them.
Smoke and ash rise as crosses,
Nests on the roofs did not weave the storks.
Spike in the color of amber. We'll make it?
No! It turns out that we have sown in vain.
sax & amp; violin long solo
Well there is color in the amber lights?
It is in the fire rushes.
Scattered all the ills of the sides ...
Songbirds are no more - the crows!
And the trees in the dust by the fall.
Those songs that could have thrown.
And love is not for us - in fact true,
What is needed now hate?
Smoke and ash rise as crosses,
Nests on the roofs did not weave the storks.
The forest rustles, as always, crowns,
A land and water - moans.
But it is impossible without miracles - Auca
Prewar forest sounds.
We walked all the ills of the east,
Songbirds are no more, no storks.
Air sounds different stores,
But now it rattles, clanks.
Even hooves - a whisper,
If someone shouts - whisper.
horn & amp; violin & amp; sax solo
We walked all from harm
To the East,
And over the rooftops
No storks,
No storks.
No storks.
No storks.
No storks.
* So, Vladimir Vysotsky knew back in 1969 and wrote what
that is today in the Donbass.
July 2, 2015
Album Vladimir Vysotsky 2015