Lyrics under the video It sometimes seems to me... ... what soldiers... ... from the bloody fields that have not yet come Have not once laid down in our land But turned into white cranes They, up to this time, from the times of those distant Fly and give us voices Not because so often and sadly We are silent, looking at the sky ... ... ... Flying, flying through the sky, and a Instagram shadow Flying in the fog at the end of the day And in that stream there is a small gap Maybe this place is for me The day will come with a flock of cranes And I will swim in the same gray fog Distracting all of you from under the birds in the sky Distracting all of you whom I will leave on earth Distracting all of you whom I will leave on earth Sometimes it seems to me that soldiers Hid the fields that haven't come They didn't lay down in our land once But turned into white cranes ... ... ... ...