Текст песни Виктор Петлюра - Журавли

Cranes, cranes, you again have departed,
   Empty meadows, yellowed leaves,
   Only left the pack among the storms and blizzards
   One with the broken wing crane.
   
   I will tell you people, was born and raised,
   As he studied his brother poking through his pockets,
   Once in the evening I found myself in the bullpen,
   And then the mother lattice cried softly.
   
   Quiet door creaked, the bearded guard
   Offered me to get up and go out into the yard,
   He threatened me with a nasty smile machine.
   Heart beat painfully, I furrowed my eyes.
   
   A shot rang out in the fog, the sky suddenly spun,
   And with a bullet-feeding, I fell to the ground,
   I remembered the crane, and as it happened,
   And as he was dying on the glade one.
   
   Cranes, cranes, you arrive again,
   But you will not find that crane
   Who had slaughtered wing
   And who was lonely, I ...