Текст песни В.Петлюра - Журавушка

Dries beveled travushka,
Colder on earth.
Do not cry, my Crane,
The fallen crane.
Sleeping swamp under the aspens,
Under bored rain.
Tomorrow again flock long
In the sky wave her wing.

Chorus:
He flies away from you forever,
Like a flock of cranes,
It can be seen, there was so bitter fate,
Remember crane ...

Will float across the sky blue
Tarnished dawn
Only laughs whoever shot
Right in the heart of the crane.
He goes through the wet streets,
Pushing their shoulder,
A girl kisses with him
And do not know about anything.

Oh, girl, if you know
About the shot of love,
You'd probably heard:
In the sky cry cranes.