Текст песни КОНСТАНТИН БЕЛЯЕВ - Журавли улетели

The Cranes pack all flew to the south ,
Deserted field , played out of the wind,
Only the left among a flock of storms and snowstorms
One crane with a broken wing .

Veiled mist getting light blue haze ,
As if re going away forever.
The large windows , my gray bed ,
Outside the window burns crimson sunset .

Well, well, so be it , but what do I care ,
What crimson sunset burn down until the morning .
Cranes lost , cranes flew away ,
I have only a broken wing forgotten .