[00:31.389]Sometimes it seems to me that soldiers
[00:40.969]While fighting on the battlefields did not die
[00:49.462]No longer they lie under the cold ground
[00:57.963]But are white storks flying free across the sky
[01:05.391]They're still there from wars long ago forgotten
[01:13.644]Still flying there I hear their mournful cries
[01:22.124]Is taht why I'm often feeling so sad
[01:30.901]And silent while looking at the skies?
[01:40.427]
[01:54.863]Forever flying flying the tired skein
[02:03.640]Through the fog we make their weary way
[02:11.338]And there whithin the wedge a small space
[02:20.123]It may be a place for me one day
[02:27.846]And amongst the other storks you'll see me sometimes
[02:35.809]Gliding like a ghost you'll hear the sound
[02:44.315]Of me calling like a bird under the grey clouds
[02:53.337]To all of you I left upon the ground

Sometimes it seems to me that soldiers
While fighting on the battlefields did not die
No longer they lie under the cold ground
But are white storks flying free across the sky
They're still there from wars long ago forgotten
Still flying there I hear their mournful cries
Is taht why I'm often feeling so sad
And silent while looking at the skies?
Forever flying flying the tired skein
Through the fog we make their weary way
And there whithin the wedge a small space
It may be a place for me one day
And amongst the other storks you'll see me sometimes
Gliding like a ghost you'll hear the sound
Of me calling like a bird under the grey clouds
To all of you I left upon the ground