Текст песни Кобзон Иосиф - Журавлёнок

CRANE

Music by Eduard Kolmanovsky
Words by Igor Shaferan

The warmth has gone from the fields
And a flock of cranes
Leads the leader to the overseas land green.
A wedge is flying sadly,
And only one is cheerful,
One foolish crane.

He breaks into the clouds
Hastens the leader.
But the leader says to him sternly:
“Though that land is warmer,
And the homeland is dearer
Miley - remember, crane, this word.

Remember the sound of birches
And that steep slope
Where mother saw you flying;
Remember forever
Otherwise, never
My friend, you will not become a real crane. "

We have snows
We have a blizzard,
And birds' voices are not heard at all.
And somewhere in the distance
The cranes are curling
They talk about the snowy homeland.