Текст песни Алексей Кудрявцев - Журавль

I was feeding from the hands of crane -
 deity oceanic white flocks.
 With chapped lips fell sound:
 "Fly away!"

 You believe my eyes,
 you fell for my heat,
 but it just sticks out of the ambush
 flexible bow.

 Strangely fascinated by glitter,
 the tip will rise up,
 bowstring subtle nerve tremble -
 Beware!

 You are from the world of human blasphemy
 Flee, Crane, rather,
 while hops down trunks
 rangers ...

 I would have to fly with you -
 I'm a hostage here, but not his brother.
 Who marked dirty soul,
 that is not holy.

 I do not methyl in the saints, no-
 not to say that the soul is white.
 Red - light my blood
 I shed.

 Not the sky is crying -
 by half-brothers of the earth.
 They drove in the wild povrage
 black smoke on the ground, black smoke! ..

 Barely heard a voice came from outside:
 "Kohl asked to - fly well with him.
 Are you sure you do not have wings?
 Look - behind them ... "

 Painless, slowly
 Being broke off the thread -
 flock of birds flew away in the shower
 who did not want to shed blood.

 (April 1990)