Текст песни Паха-Пау - Журавли

Driven cranes in the morning
Cold but frost from their homes,
On the edges of a mole.

Do not measure thought, do not hug wing
Long road to unprecedented countries
Foreign shores.

What awaits them in exile out of favor?
In the meantime,
Farewell song to the sky merged,
Soaring into the clouds.

But on the altars of the field
Waiting priests, hunters your death moan
Wanderers dreams.

Meryat beauty black trunks,
That is not stagnant in the young hearts
Lush blood.

Pay tribute to this spell
Without many words,
And again with the name of heaven crucifix
Sun sons.

Sky ocean from distant countries,
Came through the cold evil,
How I yearn for you.
Mother Earth at the end of the day,
Watered with water, bread
And filled the air wings.
Napoi full but not to death.

What keeps me awake?
Stir-torn turn gray days
Your proud scream.

Winds of blood-deciduous
Drown grief in a frenzy of roads,
The soul penetrated.

Call with him somewhere
On the edge of the earth,
There I was among the weary winds
Waiting for the cranes.

Sky ocean from distant countries,
Came through the cold evil,
How I yearn for you.
Mother Earth at the end of the day,
Watered with water, bread
And filled the air wings.
Napoi full but not to death.