Текст песни Високосный Год - Журавли

It seems to me sometimes that the soldiers ,
Since no blood came fields .
Not in our land perished once ,
And it turned into white cranes .

   They are to this day with those distant times
   Flying and served us vote.
   Not because l so often and sadly ,
   We shut up , looking into the sky .

Floats , flying wedge tired in the sky ,
Flying in 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 away in the same blue-gray haze .
   From beneath a bird calling out of heaven ,
   All of you who will leave on the ground .