Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Аисты

The sky is clear this day,
But now there clanks armor.
And on this earth is the roar,
And the trees in the resin - sadly it.
Smoke and ash rise as crosses,
Nests on the roofs did not weave the storks.

Kolos - amber color, you have time?
No! It turns out that we have sown in vain.
Well there is color in the amber lights?
It is a fire in the mosque.
Scattered all the ills of the sides.
Songbirds are no more - the crows.

And the trees in the dust - the autumn,
Those songs that could - thrown.
And love is not for us. It is true it?
What is needed now? Hatred.
Smoke and ash rise as crosses,
Nests on the roofs did not weave the storks.

The forest rustles, as always, crowns,
A land and water - moans.
But it is impossible without miracles - Auca
Prewar forest sounds.
We walked all the troubles of the East,
Songbirds are no more, no storks.

Air sounds different stores,
But now it rattles, clanks.
Even hooves - a whisper,
If someone shouts - whisper.
We walked all the troubles of the East,
And over the rooftops No storks.

1967