Vasko Bulgarelli - Журавли / Cranes (Ветеранам войны посвящается)

Cranes, Zhuravli. . At times, it seems to me that the soldiers Who didn’t return from the bloody fields Didn’t fall down once into the soil, But turned instead into white cranes. From that distant past to this very day, They’re flying and crying out to us. Is this not why, so often and with sadness We hush up, gazing at the heavens? In the sky, a weary flock is flying, flying, Flying in the mist at the expiration of day. In their ranks, there’s a tiniest of spaces-