Crane
Lyrics: Rasul Kamzatov
Composer: Jan Frenkel
Lyrics Translated by: YaoJee
I sometimes feel that those soldiers
did not return and died on the battlefield
They did not lie down on the ground
but They turned into white cranes and flew
They flew from the distant past to the present
Flying and making crane cries to us
It is precisely because of this that we hold our breath< /p>
Looking at the sky melancholy?
The tired cranes are flying in the sky
Flying in the mist and flying in the dusk
There is a small space in the crane formation< /p>
That may be the place reserved for me
One day I will join that group of cranes
Fly together in this gray-blue smoke
Use the cry of birds under the sky
Calling those you left behind in the world
Sometimes I feel that those soldiers
failed to Returned and died on the battlefield
They did not lie down on the ground
But turned into white cranes and flew
Original text:
Журавли
p>Слова Р Гамзатова
Музыка Я Френкеля
Мне кажется порою, что солдаты,
С кровавых н е пришедшие полей,
< p>Не в землю нашу полегли когда-то,А превратились в белых журавлей.
Они до сей поры с вре мен тех дальних
Летят и подают нам голоса.
Не потому ль так часто и печально
Мы замолкаем, глядя в небеса?
Летит, летит по небу клин усталый,
< p>Летит в тумане на исходе дня,для меня.
Настанет день, и с журавлиной стаей
Я поплыву в такой же сизой мгле,
Из-под небес по-птичьи окликая
Всех вас, кого оставил на земле.
Мне кажется порою, что солдаты,
С кровавых не пришедшие полей,
Не в землю нашу полег ли когда-то,
А превратились в белых журавлей...
Translator’s Note: Rasul Kamzatov (Расул Гамзатов 1923-2003), a Russian poet from the Republic of Dagestan, was awarded the He is also the winner of the Lenin Prize, the Russian Federation State Prize, and the Soviet State Prize. Died of illness on November 3, 2003, at the age of 80. "Cranes" is a requiem for fallen soldiers.
But this requiem is not performed in that solemn way, but in a lyrical way, permeating people's gratitude and eternal commemoration of the fallen soldiers, as well as the wise folk attitude towards death.
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