Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Баллада о двух погибших лебедях

Iz KF "Arrows of Robin Hood"

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.
He has a good eye for archers.
And the swans just
Today met.

She lived there under the sun,
Where blue stars without an account.
Where the power of swans
High flight.
Vspari and two wings Raskin -
The thick blue quivering.
Bets on the slopes of God.
At such heights which continue
Dominion will fly
Only the angels and moans.

But he's her caught
And the happy moment, a single.
But it was that brief moment
Their swan song.
Winged angels akin
They went to the ground -
Dangerous habit ...
From behind the bushes like from behind 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.
It came true last invocation.
Stop a moment!
So sung the bright verse
The swan song of their peak -
Schastlivtsev overnight.
They fell down together,
And remained in seventh -
At the highest heaven of happiness.