Текст песни ФЕДОРОВ ВИКТОР - Журавлик

There was a time when
Easy under tables
Anyone could pass easily
And seemed far away
Our tall years.
In the spring for the feast of birds
They bought us tits
Returning the fields to them,
The land was cramped for us
And I wanted a crane.

To know that yes why
Needed by the heart and mind.
We rushed to the courtyard world
From smoky apartments
Swallow the dust like an elixir.
Well, after that - home,
Under the care of strict mothers,
Where are they, having washed us,
Run away at the same hour
Household business.

It's only half the trouble
That there is no water in the deserts.
And, probably, that's the trouble,
That leave forever
Our best years.
And when, washing off the makeup,
We speak from the past
Remember how you were winged
The cranes again beckon
But the feather will not be dropped.

We have gained prestige,
Passed the school of wisdom
Only in some ways we are zeros,
Because everyone is far away
Our cranes are melting ...
And the blue tits in the hands
Forgotten in a hurry
We will give away in the yard
To unknown children.
Let them be released at dawn.

And then not without difficulty
Let's sort out who where.