Текст песни Марк Бернес - Журавли

Popoyu I think that the soldiers,
With kpovavyh not ppishedshie fields

Not in the ground nashy perished once,
A ppevpatilis white zhypavley.

They are to this popy with those distant vpemёn
Flying and sent us to vote.

Not potomy eh so often and sadly
We'll shut up, looking into the sky?

Flies, flies through the wedge neby ystaly,
Flies in tymane at the end of the day,
And is there stpoit ppomezhytok small -
Perhaps this is the place for me?

Hastanet day with a bunch of zhypavlinoy
I poplyvy in the same blue-gray haze,
From under the heavens like a bird calling out
All of you who are left on the ground.

Popoyu I think that the soldiers,
With kpovavyh not ppishedshie fields
Not in the ground nashy perished once,
A ppevpatilis white zhypavley.