Текст песни Вячеслав Хурсенко - Крик белых журавлей - Мог ли я думать......

Could I think of someone - the loving,
that once you met.
The alleys are tired of gray stones -
like people,
No excuses and guilt,
it is not a fleeting passion of spring,
"Everything - did so,
I always feared this. "

White Crane Creek,
between the shores of my sorrow,
I think about it - in the web of words
barely breathing.

This figure is not knowing the canvas,
it is not a dream sonata with a sheet,
This storm in a clear day -
that divided me.
Could I have to think so much love,
that once you met.
"Everything - again, no,
I have loved you for a thousand years".

"I think about it," 4p.