It seems to me that our killed soldiers
Which by the War were sowed like bloody grains
No fell in earth, but i think, that they all just
Returned once in whitefeathered cranes
These cranes from times forgotten and longdistance
Get fly above us, shouting bird`s cry
So may be why we can`t our tears resistance
Stop our talkings, looking to the sky
So fly, so fly in sky a flock of tired
They fly in mist, when the day is gone
Some interval in wedge, it call me -''dare it!''
To fly with us, follow setting sun...
The Day will come and I with them let gather
To Travel when my life take off a Death
Cry ,,Farewell!'' to whom i were together
And who alive still staying on the earth...
The Cranes by Rasoul Gamzatov adaptation version
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