CRANES (Zhuravli)

There, above me there's eternal howling, granite panels
There above me a mute old man is reading Bhagavad Gita aloud
And we are singing not looking at the commotion in the Republic of Fear
And in a middle of a white day we drink for Sai Baba and Allah

There above me there's an alive seaside and wild seagulls
There above me some rush home from another Klondike
But I am sure there's hidden trick in here whatever we get dictated
Oh, a ramble and fires are burning and one can hear the clicking of metal

Cranes are flying In the sky
Above of an ocean of flax
we are drowning in streams of love
and somewhere there's a war going on

There, above me there's eternal howling, granite panels
There above me a mute oldman is reading Bhagavad Gita aloud
And we are singing not looking at the commotion in the Republic of Fear
we die and we rise alive from ashes

Cranes are flying In the sky
Above of an ocean of flax
we are drowning in streams of love
and somewhere there's a war going on

written by atmoravi
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