cranes


It seems to me sometimes that the soldiers,
With no blood came fields,
Not in this land perished once,
A turned into white cranes.

They are to this day from the time of the distant
Fly and provide us vote.
Not because l so often and sadly
We'll shut up, looking into the sky?

Flies, flying wedge tired in the sky -
Flying in the fog at the end of the day,
And in the ranks there is a gap small -
Perhaps, this is the place for me!

The day will come, and with a flock of cranes
I swim in the same blue-gray haze,
From beneath a bird calling out of heaven
All of you who are left on the ground.


Contractor omitted:

Today, sometimes late afternoon,
I see a blur cranes
Flying their specific systems,
As people across the fields they walked.

They fly, accomplishes his way long
And call out someone's name.
Is it because a cry of cranes
From century Avar it similar?