The crow flies, flies through the air,
doesn't hurry, wipes out the forces.
With one eye, one ear
he watches what the other crows are doing.
They fly too, they fly too,
the other crow , three crows.
Don't hurry, save your strength -
it's a long time to fly through the air.
Fly crows, fly, fly,
don't sweat, the air cools them.
Fly long all together -
one crow like another.
For a while they change,
the first crow already feels
tired, tired,
so he hides at the end of the flock.< br/>Fly, fly, fly, fly.
Fly, fly, fly, fly.
Fly the crows, fly, fly,
Fly through the air anyway.
Nothing together they don't call
tired black crows.
When they find a good place,
they will sit down and sleep peacefully.