Текст песни ПОСМОТРИ НА СТАЮ ЖУРАВЛЕ - ПОСМОТРИ НА СТАЮ ЖУРАВЛЕЙ

Look at how a flock of cranes kurlychut his song
At the flick of the wings are gaining momentum running uchaschaya
And fly, fly home all times faster
By directing his gaze the sky seeing birds in the sky space

And you can not stop them and nothing to block the way
Even if you want to catch and keep the poor in a cage
Aiming will look to the heavens By the shores of distant relatives
Song of happiness fade chest of boredom, of melancholy

But when he sees it again Flock flying white singers
Will be torn to the skies spread my sails
The span of this pack on it but can not climb it to them
How horrible is that moment Crane wild shout

We are all human - bird land and take off into the sky, we must
This hour will come soon, Jesus will take us to heaven
Who is ready to fly there or cells shackled soul
Turn to Jesus in prayer, he will break it in front of you

Will start singing your heart and breathe a sigh of relief when the soul
Upwards ascend above the hustle and others will call for a
Along with a bunch of great, great over a vast land, land
Flying high, high in the sky far, far away