Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - 21. Аисты

The sky is clear this day,
 But now it clanks armor.
 And on this earth is the roar,
 And the trees in the resin - sadly it.
  Scattered all the ills of the sides.
  Songbirds are no more - the crows.

 Kolos - in the color of amber, you have time?
 No! It turns out that we have sown in vain.
 Well there is color in the amber lights?
 It is in the fire rushes.
  Smoke and ash rise as crosses,
  Nests on the roofs did not weave the storks.

 And the trees in the dust - the autumn,
 Those songs that could - thrown.
 And love is not for us. It is true it?
 What do you need now? Hatred.
  Scattered all the ills of the sides.
  Songbirds are no more - the crows.

 Both land and water - moans.
 However, the forest, as always, with crowns,
 Just more miracles - Auca
 Prewar forest sounds.
  Scattered all the ills of the sides.
  Songbirds are no more - the crows.
Ravens ..

VS Vysotsky
1967