Cocorii pleaca

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„Cranes”

Text: Rasul Gamzatov

Sometimes it seems to me  that our soldiers,

That were not to return from fields of gore,

Did not lie down into our ground

But turned into white cranes.

 

And now they’re flying and calling out to us

From that old time that passed.

Maybe this is the reason why we often stop talking

When we look up in sky.

 

The weary wedge of cranes is flying in sky,

It flies at the end of the day.

And there is a small space inside this wedge

Maybe it is a place for me.

Maybe it will come a day when I shall fly

With the flock of cranes in the same blue sky

And I shall call for everyone, whom I left on the ground,

From the sky, in the language of birds.

 

Sometimes it seems to me  that our soldiers,

That were not to return from fields of gore,

Did not lie down into our ground

But turned into white cranes.

 

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~ de AlinaT pe 02/10/2010.