Текст песни Высоцкий Владимир - Песня о двух погибших лебедях

Blow the horns: hurry, hurry! -
And swarms retinue.
The soul of the hunters is simple,
From veins oxen retinue.

Well, fun for people -
Kill two white swans!
And the arrows rushed skyward ...
The archers have a trained eye, -
And these swans are just
Today met.

She lived under the sun - there,
Where blue stars are uncounted,
Where can the swans
High flying.

Scramble and spread two wings -
In thick tremulous blue.
Slide on the slopes of God, -
In such a height, where to continue
It will be possible to fly
Only angels and groans.

But he overtook her there -
And a happy moment is one, -
Yes, only was that bright moment
Their song is swan ...

Winged angels are like
They went to the ground -
Dangerous habit!
Because of the bushes, as from the walls,
Hunters are watching
That happiness was brief.

Here wipe the sweat from his forehead
The culprits of the fall:
Last plea come true -
& quot; Stop, instant! & quot;

So this eternal verse was sung
In the peak of the swan song of their -
Lucky one hours:
They fell down together
So stayed on the seventh,
On the highest heaven of happiness!