"Cranes like ships, sailing in the sky, White ones, Grey ones With long beaks they fly" Look! You and your cranes.
That's love, my dear: a mutual giddiness.
A ride to defy the forces of nature!
Look! Cranes over Moscow!
What use are words
Let lips fall silent Sometimes They tell lies
But the eyes never dare lie to other eyes
No, eyes that say good-bye never lie
My eyes Are now dark and sad
As if someone had blown out their flame
In Leningrad on my birthday
we'd drive from one end of the city to the other.
We'll do everything we can to ensure that sweethearts are never again parted by war, that mothers need never again fear for their children's lives, that fathers need never again choke back furtive tears. We have triumphed not to destroy but to build a new life!