The crane flies high.
Song
The crane flies high, it waves its wings and legs, ; From under its wings and tail it drops its curly feathers. ; Carry it, my baby, carry it, carry it next to my hat, ; The whole world knows that I love you. ; ; The girl whose pillow is filled with goose feathers, ; The young man who lies down in it, falls asleep deeply in it. ; That is why the goose is so famous, so famous, ; Its feather writes many sad, mournful poems.