Крестовый Туз - Журавли
текст песни

I remember we were eighteen years old,
How life is beautiful at eighteen years old ...
When we ran to swim on the lake,
When we met a dawn in a stack ...
Like in the sky blue, like in blue eyes,
We looked at the cranes and dreamed of everything ...
But you can't return the cranes,
Dreams-dreams ... dreams only remained ...

Chorus:
Give a return ticket to youth,-
I paid in full by the road! ..
And to me in response: - "There are no tickets,
And what is alive - say thanks to God! "
And the cranes are smoky and sing,
They pour about our tears about the youth ...

How my life was awakened
How the devil has started me ...
What will happen tomorrow - I myself do not know
Step left -right - disappeared forever ...
There is so little warmth, the sun rarely shines,
And in the blue sky, cranes fly ...
Probably children look at them somewhere,
And they want to fly away with them ...

Chorus.

I'll hear a scream with a crane,
And triangle of migratory birds
As that freedom, everything is further and higher,
And tears from dried eyelashes are torn.
Why words, why empty oaths? ..
Anyway, what does the cranes have to do with it ...
But just something that is not clear to me
Those white birds were carried away on the wings ...

Chorus.