Текст песни Стаховски Серж - Березин М - Лебеди белые pilot

Swans, white swans,
Hide under the white wing
Your dreams are frosty
About unforgettable, past.

Dream them very tall
White skies clouds.
Where the lakes are deep
The gray-haired river flows into.

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The mists with the dawn are melting
Soaring above the feather grass.
Present fields with primroses
A flash of white grief.

Delicate blooming dales
Beckon to foreign lands
Only where would you not fly
Homeland pulls.

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With first hope melted
In the heart of tired snow.
Together with furry packs
The shores will meet me.

Cradle in the cold wind
Wanderers native land.
Where are you among them - I shout ...
My white swan.

May 3, 2009

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