Текст песни Дмитрий Хворостовский - Журавли

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

They hitherto with those distant times
Flying and sent us to vote.
Not because my only weapon so often and sadly
We'll shut up, looking into the sky?

Flies, flies through the sky wedge tired -
It flies in the fog at the end of the day,
And in the ranks there is a small gap -
Perhaps this is the place for me!

One day, a flock of cranes and
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.

Contractor omitted:

Today, sometimes late afternoon,
I see in the fog Cranes
Flying your specific system,
As people in the fields, they trudged.

They fly, accomplishes his long path
And call out someone's name.
Is it because a cry of cranes
From century Avar it is similar?