Текст песни Леонид Утёсов и Эдит Утёсова - Мы летим ковыляя во мгле,мы идем на подбитом крыле

He was very concerned about the air of our people :
We have not returned the night of the bombing of the plane .
Radio operators clawing the air , wave found nearly ,
And now five minutes to four heard the words :

& quot; We are flying , stumbling in the darkness ,
We crawl on the top wing.
Buck broken tail lights and the machine flies
On parole and on one wing ... & quot;

Well , things ! The night was ! These objects we bombed to the ground .
We left , hobbling in the darkness , we will fly up to the native land.
The whole team is intact and the car came
On parole and on one wing