Текст песни Журавли - Там под небом чужим

There's someone else under the sky
I'm like an unwanted guest.
I hear the cry of the cranes,
Fly away into the distance.

Heart become sick
Seeing birds caravans
And in foreign lands
I followed them.

Here they are getting closer
And as if weeping,
Like tidings
They brought me.

From what you
From the distant edge
Arrived here
At night the cranes?

They fly them
Past sorrowful crucifixion,
Past ancient churches
And the big cities.

And they come back
They will open arms.
This is the edge of the native
Joyful dream.

Cold, wind and rain,
Bad weather and slush.
Kind of gloomy people
Kind of cold ground.

Oh, how it hurts the soul,
The heart wants to cry.
Stop Well cry
Above me the cranes.

But I know the country,
There, where the sun shines,
Green field,
Spikes bread.

There are smiles of friends
There I understood.
So - my favorite region,
That - Russian mine!