Текст песни Крик белых журавлей - В.Хурсенко

THE SCREAM OF WHITE CRANES (V, HURSENKO)

(loss) -2p

      1.Could I think of someone loving
        I'll meet you one day
        In the gray alleys of tired stones
        Reminded people
            No excuses and guilt
            This is not the passion of fleeting spring
           | Still, yes, I was always afraid of this | 2р.
 
      R: Scream, white cranes
        Between the shores of my sorrow
        I think of her in a web of words
        Hardly breathing

      2.This drawing did not know the canvas.
        This is not a sonata reading from a sheet
        It's a thunderstorm amid clear day
        What divided me
            Could I think so lovingly
            I'll meet you one day
           | Still, no, I loved you for a thousand years | 2р.

      R: the same;
 
        | I think about her | 4r. (losing) Thu-ti-ru ...