Текст песни Вячеслав Хурсенко - Крик белых журавлей

Could I think loving someone
That once you met
In the gray alleys tired stones
reminds people

No excuses and guilt
This is not a fleeting passion of spring
All the same, so I'm afraid this is always
All the same, so I'm afraid this is always

Chorus:
White Cranes Creek , between the shores of my sorrow
I think about it , in the web of words barely breathing

This figure is not knowing canvas
This is not reading from a sheet sonata
This storm in a clear day
That Section I

Could I have to think so much love
That once you met
All the same, no I have loved you for a thousand years
All the same, no I have loved you for a thousand years

Chorus:
White Cranes Creek , between the shores of my sorrow
I think about it , in the web of words barely breathing

I think of her , I think of her ,
I think about it , I think about it ...