Текст песни Владимир Трошин - Журавли

High flying over the clouds
And they are killed over us.
In the distance gliding in the wind light shadow,
Birds are melted in blue autumn.

Chorus:
In the path, no neighptions to accompany them, -
They are distinguished by the land of land:
River ribbons, spills lakes:
"Goodbye, birds, happy!"

Wedge in the sky rose highly, -
Free Will on the way is wide, -
And fly not only during the day, and at night,
I saw someone in a dream - second.

Chorus.

In the star light from the ground is not close,
Suddenly appeared on the lunar disk.
And flicker, moved wings,
Cranes over sleeping fields