Rasul Gamzatov

                                                                                                         Cranes 

                                                                                                       It seems sometimes the soldiers

                                                                                                       who didn't come home from the bloody battlefields,

                                                                                                       weren't buried under the ground,

                                                                                                       They turned into white cranes...

                                                                                                       That has happened since long time ago,

                                                                                                       They have been flying, and calling,

                                                                                                       Maybe that's why we are often sadly

                                                                                                       and silently, looking into the sky.

                                                                                                       They fly and fly up in the sky,

                                                                                                       They fly from the morning till the night,

                                                                                                       In their formation there is a space;

                                                                                                       Probably that space is mine.

                                                                                                       The day will come for me to fly,

                                       &  dmitri hvorostovsky                               To fly with these cranes flying in the same blue sky,

                                       &  serebro                                                 I will be calling from the sky, in the crane's calling,

                                                                                                       the names of loved ones that I left on the ground.

                                                                                                        Rasul Gamzatov