Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Аисты

The sky of this day
clear,
But now he's got armor
clanks.
And on our land
the hum is,
And the trees in resin -
sad to them.
Smoke and ash rise
like crosses
Nests are not built on roofs
storks.

The ear is in the color of amber.
Will we make it in time?
No! It turns out that we are in vain
sowed.
What is there in amber color
glows?
It's a fire in the field
rushes about.
Dispersed everything from troubles
to the sides ...
There are no more songbirds -
crows!

And the trees are covered in dust
by the fall.
Those that songs could -
thrown.
And love is not for us -
right after all,
What is more needed now
hatred?
Smoke and ash rise
like crosses
Nests are not built on roofs
storks.

The forest is noisy, as always
crowns,
And earth and water -
groans.
But it is impossible without miracles -
oops
Prewar forest
sounds.
Wandered all from troubles
to the East,
There are no more songbirds
no storks.

The air stores sounds
various,
But now it thunders
clanks.
Even the clatter of hooves -
with a stomp,
If anyone screams -
in a whisper.
Wandered all from troubles
to the East,
And there is no over the rooftops
storks,
storks ...

1967