One early morning the poplars rustled,
Cranes flew over the withered cornfield,
And warmly said goodbye to the cranes Niva,
Bent over the river, the willow yearned.

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One early morning the poplars rustled,
Cranes flew over the withered cornfield,
And warmly said goodbye to the cranes Niva,
Bent over the river, the willow yearned.

Behind the distant hill the dawn lit up,
Somewhere under the accordion the song spilled,
Cranes flew over their native land -
We understand the pain of separation with our hearts.

By the high road the poplars rustled,
The cranes flew south that morning,
Everything has long been forgotten, lost somewhere,
Only in the heart of the song remained forever.

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