Lyrics ФЕДОРОВ ВИКТОР - Журавлик

There was a time when
Under the tables easily
Everyone could go easily
And they seemed far away
Our tall years.
In the spring for a feast of birds
Bought us tits
Returning the fields to them,
The earth was cramped to us
And I wanted a crane.

To know that yes why
The heart and mind need.
We were eager for the world
From smoked apartments,
Swallow the dust like an elixir.
Well, then - home,
Under the care of strict mothers,
Where are they washing us,
Runned at the same hour
For household chores.

This is only half a bastard
That there is no water in the deserts.
And, probably, that is the trouble
What is leaving forever
Our best years.
And when, washing off the makeup,
We are talking to the past
Remember how you were Krylata
The cranes are beckoning again
But the feather will not be dropped.

We have acquired prestige
The wisdom school passed
Only in some ways we are zeros
Because everything is in the distance
Our cranes are melting ...
And the blue, what's in the hands,
They forgot in a hurry
We will give out in the yard
Unfamiliar children.
Let them let go at dawn.

And then not without difficulty
We’ll scatter who where.