Текст песни Крестовый Туз - Журавли

We were, I remember, was about eighteen,
How wonderful life is the age of eighteen ...
When we ran to the lake to swim,
When we met in a haystack dawn ...
As the sky blue, as in the blue eyes,
Crane looked at everything we dreamed of ...
But the crane can not return,
Dreams, dreams ... dreams only stayed ...

Chorus:
Give to the youth return ticket -
I fully paid for the road! ..
And I answered: - & quot; no tickets,
And what a living - say thank you God! & Quot;
A crane kurlychut and sing,
They are the youth of our tears pour ...

How to get lost my life is crazy,
As I started the devils where ...
What will happen tomorrow - I do not know
Step left and right - gone forever ...
The heat is so little, the sun rarely shines,
And in the blue sky cranes fly ...
Probably somewhere look at them children,
And along with them want to fly ...

Chorus.

I hear the cry of flocks of cranes,
And the triangle of migratory birds
As on all the freedom and higher
And bursting with dried tears eyelashes.
What words, what the empty vows? ..
And in general, where do the cranes ...
And just something that - I do not understand
Those white birds on the wings taken away ...

Chorus.