Chords for The White Cranes (Soviet Songs in English) - Журавли (на англ. языке)
Tempo:
59.7 bpm
Chords used:
C
Fm
G
A#m
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
[Fm]
Sometimes it seems to me [C] each fallen soldier
never came back home from [F] fields of [Fm] gold
fact, did never perish [C] as they told who
turned into a crane as [Fm] white as snow
ever since those days [G] in Berkesey's now
seen them soaring high [Fm] across the sky
[A#m] voices [C] giving [C#] us a reason
Sometimes it seems to me [C] each fallen soldier
never came back home from [F] fields of [Fm] gold
fact, did never perish [C] as they told who
turned into a crane as [Fm] white as snow
ever since those days [G] in Berkesey's now
seen them soaring high [Fm] across the sky
[A#m] voices [C] giving [C#] us a reason
100% ➙ 60BPM
C
Fm
G
A#m
C#
C
Fm
G
_ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _
Sometimes it seems to me [C] each fallen soldier
Who never came back home from [F] fields of [Fm] gold
In fact, did never perish [C] as they told who
But turned into a crane as [Fm] white as snow
_ And ever since those days [G] in Berkesey's now
[C] We've seen them soaring high [Fm] across the sky
Their distant [A#m] voices [C] giving [C#] us a reason
To [G] steady [C] sears and watch them [Fm] fly by
A _
[C] _ _ _ [G] _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
wedge of cranes is fading [C] in the distance
_ So far away I can no [Fm] longer see
_ When I run out of days of [C] my existence
I hope those cranes will find a [Fm] gap for me
_ That I may soar above my [G] pain and _ anguish
[C] And join their ranks like many [Fm] years ago
[A#m] Recalling [C] all their names in [C#] minor language
And [G] names of [C] those whom I have [Fm] left below _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [G] _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ Sometimes it seems to me each [C] fallen soldier
_ Who never came back home from fields [Fm] of gold
_ In fact, did never perish [C] as they told who
_ But turned into a crane as white [Fm] as snow _ _ _ _
Sometimes it seems to me [C] each fallen soldier
Who never came back home from [F] fields of [Fm] gold
In fact, did never perish [C] as they told who
But turned into a crane as [Fm] white as snow
_ And ever since those days [G] in Berkesey's now
[C] We've seen them soaring high [Fm] across the sky
Their distant [A#m] voices [C] giving [C#] us a reason
To [G] steady [C] sears and watch them [Fm] fly by
A _
[C] _ _ _ [G] _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
wedge of cranes is fading [C] in the distance
_ So far away I can no [Fm] longer see
_ When I run out of days of [C] my existence
I hope those cranes will find a [Fm] gap for me
_ That I may soar above my [G] pain and _ anguish
[C] And join their ranks like many [Fm] years ago
[A#m] Recalling [C] all their names in [C#] minor language
And [G] names of [C] those whom I have [Fm] left below _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [G] _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ Sometimes it seems to me each [C] fallen soldier
_ Who never came back home from fields [Fm] of gold
_ In fact, did never perish [C] as they told who
_ But turned into a crane as white [Fm] as snow _ _ _ _