Текст песни Расул Газматов - Журавли

It seems to me sometimes that the soldiers
From the bloody fields that didn’t come,
They didn’t fall into our land once,
And they went into the white cranes.
They are still from the time of those distant
They fly and give us voices.
Not because it’s so often and sad
We fall silent looking to heaven

A wedge flies across the sky
Flies in the fog at the end of the day.
And in that order there is a small gap.
Maybe this place is for me.
The day will come, and with the crane flock,
I will swim in the same gray haze.
From out of heaven, birds, hailing

It seems to me sometimes that the soldiers
From the bloody fields that didn’t come,
They didn’t fall into our land once,
And they went into the white cranes.