Lyrics Лукоморье - За кого болело, да не зажило

The wind beats in the face
In the warm spring
The sky flows into an amphora of the earth
Cranes moaning in an unsociable wedge ..

City and river
Stone and centuries ...
How tightly intertwined with the souls of people
Or disturbed only heaps of shadows?

Thirst and water
Joy and trouble ...
Choosing fate, thirst quenching,
Can we hear the groans of the crane again ..

Name and thunderstorm.
A bitter tear ...
For whom it hurt, but it didn’t heal,
For whom a fast wing soared into the sky ...

According to your will
Thy will ..
By the will of the harmonious, idolizing world ..
Will the dawn of truth soon break out over reality? ..