Zhuravlonok


It took the heat from the fields, and a flock of cranes
Leads the leader in overseas green edge.
Flying wedge sad and cheerful, only one,
One some zhuravlenok inexperienced.

He breaks into the clouds rushing leader,
But he says the leader sternly:
"Let that land of heat, and the birthplace of a mile,
Mile - remember, zhuravlenok this word.

Remember the noise of the birches and the steep slope,
Where the mother saw you flying,
Remember forever, or never,
My friend, you will not become a real pie. "

We are snow, we abuzz blizzard
And the voice is not heard the bird,
But somewhere out there, far away, kurlychut cranes
They are on the snowy homeland kurlychut.