Текст песни СЕРГЕЙ ВАЛЬСОВ - Журавлик

Crane

To fill the sky with the cry of birds
And drown all the strings in the sea
To fill the gray faces with life
Breathing will to paper cranes

Let the forgotten eyes grow grass
As soon as the gray hair falls down
The memory of my dreams enveloped in mists of versts
Fragment of books of legends true story crane bird

Night will come and hide the face
The artist beckons the days gone by
Oil softens the glare of empty canvases
I see birds I dream again ..