Лев Лещенко - Военная минус | Текст песни

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Sometimes I dream that fallen hero soldiers,
Forever lost in brutal old campaigns,
Were never buried under mournful alders,
But turnd to mystic snowy crying cranes.

Since then they wing and wing and cry till now.
We recognize the hearty darling voice.
We pray in sorrow, souls don't allow
To take the look away, no other choice.

The tired flock soars up toward the clouds.
I see a tine break in their line:
Someone should exit noisy human crowds.
I realise : one day it should be mine.

One day the flock will raise me to the cloud
And I will fly with others over rye.
I shall put on the cloud as a shroud
And I shall hail you faintly from the sky.

Sometimes I dream that fallen hero soldiers,
Forever lost in brutal old campaigns,
Were never buried under mournful alders,
But turnd to mystic snowy crying cranes.

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