Текст песни Леонов Виталий - Вороньё

Crow flies, whirled,
There eat anything, so eat.
Young enough meat on the field,
We see no lying here in the life of the place.
Thoughtful black leader of the pack.
During his life he saw thousands killed.
Human Death - life for us, but still ...
Something is too young, mining,
Something is very wrong, as usual ...
He thought, looking at the faces of those killed,
And he presented the chicks, runt,
In his first flight of the broken wall.
And the thoughts of these & quot; skipped a beat & quot; heart
Sobbed the soul of life is not kind.
I felt sorry for him chicks human,
So the life of the prematurely disappeared. (In his first flight on the ground of fallen - 1st ver.)
Ceased to be mining - mining,
Crows soared into the sky and raised his flock.
We'll leave it at that, well, themselves
With this cursed land - to leave.