Текст песни Ирина Христианова - Плач по журавлям. Ольга Пинигина

Wanted
View clouds
Yes green meadows -
I wanted.

Rew ride, yes on the herbs there is a spear -
Do not turn - catch, do not catch.
I look like the sky gives rise to a dawn,
And the sky flew across the sky.

You are my crane
The Bird of Happiness. Yes
Are you flying where?
You give me wings. Oh, yes…

Parted -
Clouds brought
On the wings of the cranes -
Distributed.

The soul is easy, yes land is hard.
In full growth now, it can be seen, not to get up.
Ah, clouds, where is my home? Maybe there
Where runs behind the storm of the vest.

High grass -
Above the belt
Above the hair
Above the voices ... oh, yes ...

So evening.
For whom it is
Do you sing until morning?
So evening.

Who left - above those
Vasilka yes clover
Weching shoulders.
... so I ... See you ...

You are my crane
The Bird of Happiness. Yes
Are you flying where?
You give me wings.

High grass -
Above the belt
Above the hair
Above the voices ...