Текст песни Uncleroma - Журавли летят

Look over the roof of the house
the cranes are flying.
Over houses and over the field
the cranes are flying.
There are thousands, millions of them
at the sky as if in the palm of your hand.

Reflecting in every window
the cranes are flying.
Rising over the hills
the cranes are flying.
Soundless above the ground
soar quietly.

And one day you will fly too
and one day you too will be silent
You will quietly dissolve in weightlessness and lightness.

Like a light haze over water
like a cloud you melt above the ground
and you will fall on the ground, from above
heavy downpour.