In memory of the soviet pilots, who waged war as volunteers and died for the freedom of China in 1937-1940
Cranes are taking flight above the river.
They remember their native side.
They reflect the sun, look like the silver
High up in the sky where clouds are bright.
Look back up of times of crying bitterly.
When the sky was black and smoke have stood,
Yangtze waves were pink in morning early
Not by roses leaves, but soldiers’ blood.
They remember hundreds of brave pilots.
Pilots aviated freedom planes.
They observed with ocean color eyes.
Their hearts were covering all ways.
Past will not repeat in future ever.
Let it be continuous happy days.
China`s gratitude remains forever.
As the song that sung by silver cranes.
Silver cranes
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