Журавли летят в Китай [Zhuravli letyat v Kitaj] [English translation]

The cranes fly to China, but don't you fly away.

In the summer, in the winter, don't leave me on this earth.

I run from coordinate "I" to you, through my own planet Earth.

On it live lumpen dreams, poets, and outcast cats

They spend their time in their own way, the bankers and the homeless mutts.

The normal and the transposed, but now I believe only in you.

The cranes fly to China, but don't you fly away.

In the summer, in the winter, don't leave me on this earth.

Clouds swim through the deep blue, as blood swims through the veins of your arms.

And I want to fall into the sky, to dip my face into the clouds.

And if I board an airplane, then it'll take me there:

Where nothing needs to be decided, where one can simply fly.

The cranes fly to China, but don't you fly away.

In the summer, in the winter, don't leave me on this earth.

The cranes fly to China, but don't you fly away.

In the summer, in the winter, don't leave me on this earth.

The cranes fly to China...

The cranes fly to China, but don't you fly away.

In the summer, in the winter, don't leave me on this earth.

The cranes fly to China, but don't you fly away.

In the summer, in the winter, don't leave me on this earth.