[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