Текст песни ВТ - Летели Журавли

From the beginning to the last days
Flew life tired , like a flock of cranes .

As a pure - open field flying cranes
And the shadow of the wings of the weakest stele near the ground

They flew past all over the head
In the distant edge of the dear find a peace

In the distant edge of the happy, on the edge of dawn
Beautiful slim wedge of cranes flying

And only a song in the sky at the end of the year
And there is nothing sadder in this world there is no

This song is the wind carried away with him
And only in the open field feather grass rustled .

From the beginning to the last days
And my life is weary , like a flock of cranes .