84 – The cranes by Mark Bernes

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Lyrics in Russian:

Мне кажется порою, что солдаты,

С кровавых не пришедшие полей,

Не в землю нашу полегли когда-то,

А превратились в белых журавлей.

 

Они до сей поры с времен тех дальних

Летят и подают нам голоса.

Не потому ль так часто и печально

Мы замолкаем, глядя в небеса?

 

Летит, летит по небу клин усталый,

Летит в тумане на исходе дня,

И в том строю есть промежуток малый,

Быть может, это место для меня.

 

Настанет день, и с журавлиной стаей

Я поплыву в такой же сизой мгле,

Из-под небес по-птичьи окликая

Всех вас, кого оставил на земле.

 

Мне кажется порою, что солдаты,

С кровавых не пришедшие полей,

Не в землю нашу полегли когда-то,

А превратились в белых журавлей..

Translation:

Sometimes I feel like the soldiers,

Who never returned from the bloodied fields,

Aren't perished in our earth,

But turned into white cranes

 

Since those long gone times until today

They fly and give us signs, so we can hear them.

Isn't this why so frequently and sorrowfully

We fall silent, watching the sky?

 

A tired flock is flying, flying up in the sky,

Through the fog, at the end of the day.

And among them there's a small gap,

Perhaps that's the place for me

 

The day will come when together with the cranes

I will float in that same blue-gray mist,

With a bird's hailing out of the heavens,

Calling on all of you, whom I've had left down on earth.

 

Sometimes I feel like the soldiers,

Who never returned from the bloodied fields,

Aren't perished in our earth,

But turned into white cranes

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