Текст песни Данил Шаймуллин - Кайту

Far path - road to war
Lies fog, meets us dawn.
Last pussy looked
Eh, beauty, already horses watching.

And in the clouds there the songs of the cranes
Their wings of the wave I hear all the strongest.
After all, the life of birds is quite like people,
They fly away from native fields

In other people's edges, we live with hope -
Autumn smoke native fields breathe.
Everyone wants to return to the father's house.
Not everyone is destined to return

And in the clouds there the songs of the cranes
Their wings of the wave I hear all the strongest.
After all, the life of birds is quite like people,
They fly away from native fields