Текст песни Аркадий Кобяков - Унесите меня, журавли

From the harsh Siberian land,
Through the slanting rain and fog
And over the Lower Cranes Are Flying
The outlandish distant countries.
And because they can not hide it, shout
His voice to the pain his family,
That not all will return ago
Not all will meet Russia again.

Chorus:
Cranes, cranes, cranes,
Blow my sorrows.
From the harsh Siberian land,
Blow me, cranes.
From the harsh Siberian land,
Blow me, cranes.

Something happened in my life is not so.
Maybe I'm not the other.
Cranes migrating herd
In my heart she carries him.
I toss played with fate.
No guilty one I am responsible.
And I love his lost:
Amid the wheat fields at dawn.

Chorus

From the harsh Siberian land,
Through the slanting rain and fog,
Blow me, cranes,
Not strange, distant lands.
Take me to the fold:
Where poplar rustles in the wind.
I'll be back with you later,
If the path does not die.