Текст песни Светлана Патрушева - Журавли

The blue sky , clear sky
Flying geese flying ,
And the ground subsided beneath him -
As a baby sleeping sweetly .

Explosions of cannon fire subsided ,
Smoke haze spreads ,
The grass became Bagryana ,
In the silence I can not believe .

We stood there like a wall
For villages and fields ,
As the ears of all perished ,
It will take us to the land of cheese .

Our souls fly
White flock to heaven ,
And over the smoky field curl
Only the bird voices .

The blue sky , clear sky
Flying geese flying .
And the earth again subsided -
As an infant sleeping in flimsy .