Текст песни Воронежские девчата - Над Россией лебеди

At sunset pink
In the rustling birch
In poplar babble
Swans lost .
Flying white
swam strong
Above rowan mature,
Over the river become blue .
Under a narrow stitch
As if in a fairy tale were not
Bright and sad
Were or were not .
All wondering , I think:
Can imagined ?
Maybe in my dream
Flown prophetic ?
Soared , soared , soared ,
Soared proud staeyu
Floor , beautiful,
And in the distance melted
Above my Russia .
Above my Russia .