Текст песни Эдуард Хиль - Туман, туман, седая пелена

& quot; CHRONICLE Dive Bomber & quot;
MIST, MIST
Fog, mist, gray shroud.
Far, far beyond the fog of war.
There are fights without us, but behind us there is no fault.
We are chained to the ground fog,
Air war workers
Fog, mist, at last, in the past.
Far, far beyond the mists of our house.
And in the dugout front us about his childhood dreams.
We can see, we are all grown up too early,
Air war workers
Fog, mist-shrouded land again.
Far, far away, beyond the mists of love.
How long we have to wait for brides chuzhedalney side.
We do not all come back from the mission,
Air war workers.
seq. K. Ryzhov
muses. A. Kolker