Текст песни Катя Батушан - Журавли

The cranes are leaving the station
the river near it is covered with ice.
If the place that became home is no longer home
then it's time to get ready.
Somewhere there are hundreds of windows with light in them,
somewhere out there they are waiting for you with impatience and love.
If this previously invaluable novel became just one of the books,
then it's time to kill his main characters.
If something is really important, they don't give it up without a fight.
You can see in the dark if you live in the dark.
But when a man has nothing to give you
then it's not worth asking.
The cranes fly to the sea, calling for them.
When the whole back is hopeless in knives, turn their backs
no longer scary.
In a backpack - a pair of shells, a notebook, a pencil.
We are told that we have lost
but the truth is, we just got it wrong.
Give, not sparing, victory to the fallen.
It costs us too much.
The cranes, flying away, will leave a paper wing
barely visible cuts on the cheeks,
so that everyone whose taste gave off iron will be remembered,
to be remembered and forgotten,
as soon as you step overboard.
The wind ruffles your hair and points to the West.
Thus, by losing the anchor, we gain wings.

The cranes are leaving the station
the river near it is covered with ice.
This is their last song to you about
that to forgive sometimes means to say goodbye,
and that you are now forgiven.