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Zhuravli

Mne kazhetsya poroyu, chto soldaty,
S krovavyh ne prishedshie polej,
Ne v zemlyu nashu polegli kogda-to,
A prevratilis' v belyh zhuravlej.
 
Oni do sej pory s vremyon teh dal'nih
Letyat i podayut nam golosa.
Ne potomu l' tak chasto i pechal'no
My zamolkaem glyadya v nebesa?
 
Letit, letit po nebu klin ustalyj,
Letit v tumane na iskhode dnya,
I v tom stroyu est' promezhutok malyj,
Byt' mozhet, eto mesto dlya menya.
 
Nastanet den', i s zhuravlinoj staej
Ya poplyvu v takoj zhe sizoj mgle,
Iz-pod nebes po-ptich'i oklikaya
Vseh vas, kogo ostavil na zemle.
 
Mne kazhetsya poroyu, chto soldaty,
S krovavyh ne prishedshie polej,
Ne v zemlyu nashu polegli kogda-to,
A prevratilis' v belyh zhuravlej..
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Avtor teksta: Rasul Gamzatov
Kompositor: Yan Frenkel'
Ispolnyaet: Mark Bernes
 
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Журавли

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