Текст песни Мне кажется порою что солдаты.. - Вечная память тем,кто не вернулся...

I think sometimes that soldiers
With bloody not come fields
Not in our 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 ?

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 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.

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