Текст песни Песни Великой Отечественной Войны - Журавли

It seems to me sometimes that soldiers
With bloody not come fields
Not in this land perished sometime
But turned into white cranes.

They are to this day with those distant times
Fly and provide us voice.
Not because eh so often and sadly
We'll shut up , looking into the sky ?

Today, the late afternoon at times ,
I see in the fog Cranes
Fly their particular systems,
As people in the fields they wandered .

They fly , accomplishes its way long
And call out someone's name.
Is it because with the cry of cranes
From century Avar it similar ?

Flies , flying through the sky wedge tired -
Flying in fog at the end of the day ,
And in fact there is a gap build small -
Perhaps this is the place for me !

The day will come , and with a flock of cranes
I 'll swim in the same blue-gray haze ,
From under the heavens like a bird calling out
All of you who are left on the ground.
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