Текст песни Орлятские песни - Каравелла

golden gray hair
Autumn boasts embarrassing .
And red foam leaves
Floats away into the distance & quot; Swift & quot ;,
Departures are not beyond the sea ,
Not far away ,
sails caravel
In childhood holiday in April .

My camp , my caravel ,
Whispers my heart confided ,
Promising himself timidly :
I will return to you, my & quot; Swift & quot ;.

And then in his hands & quot; Youth & quot;
Break out new star .
Behind him in the path beckons
Us from childhood forever.
Then I 'll go from here
The star of the track ,
Only the heart can not forget
Caravelle - my camp .

My camp , my caravel ,
My heart whispers confidentially .
Promising himself timidly :
I will return to you, my & quot; Swift & quot ;.

golden gray hair
Autumn boasts embarrassing .
And red foam leaves
Floats away into the distance & quot; Swift & quot ;.