Текст песни Людмила Зыкина - Не будите, журавли, вдов России

There was a dawn afraid of scarlet color,
Creek drops craving Babiy summer.
You, cranes, do not shout in September,
Widow soldiers at the dawn will not be.
You, cranes, do not shout in September,
Widow soldiers at the dawn will not be.

Let them still sleep, dozore
Although in a dream of his soldiers they devote.
Let believe that spring will come back to them,
A coat of seeds in brazes goes.
Let believe that spring will come back to them,
A coat of seeds in brazes goes.

And love they stored in the heart of Holy
What the doors of Hat are closed - they know the matchmakers.
And they keep love, they hide in the heart,
Only songs are not silent - they cry songs.
And they keep love, they hide in the heart,
Only songs are not silent - they cry songs.

How do we not be proud of such fate?
We would be loyalty to learn
There was a dawn away in the sky blue,
Do not burst widow Russia!
There was a dawn away in the sky blue,
Do not burst widow Russia!