Текст песни Лебеди - Высоцкий

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 their eyes,
And these swans are just
Today met.

She lived under the sun - there,
Where are the blue stars without counting,
Where can the swans
High flight.

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 the happy moment is one,
Yes, only 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,
The last plea came true:
"Stop, a moment!"

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