Текст песни Советские песни о войне - Журавли

I think sometimes that soldiers
With bloody not come fields
Not in this land perished once ,
And turned into white cranes .

They hitherto with those distant times
Flying and provide us vote.
Not because l so often and sadly
We'll shut up , looking into the sky ?

Today , sometimes late afternoon ,
I see a blur Cranes
Flying your specific system,
As people across the fields they walked .

They fly , accomplishes his long path
And call out someone's name.
Is it because a cry Crane
From century it Avar similar ?

Flies , flying through the sky wedge tired -
Flies in the fog at the end of the day ,
And in the ranks there is a gap small -
Perhaps this is the place for me!

The day will come , and with a flock of cranes
I swim in the same blue-gray haze ,
From under the heavens like a bird calling out
All of you who are left on the ground.
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