Текст песни Stop-Кадр - Пахтакор

"Pakhtakor"

Couplet
He said: "I'm leaving for three days."
Silence answered him favorite eye.
He left, taking heart from you.
You have rolled from his eyes sad tears!

Couplet
Hot August, Moscow airport.
He took command gray board.
"Pakhtakor" took the course to Minsk,
People have often struggled pulse!

Tu - one hundred thirty four
On the air.
Clouds us the way
Close.
And send
Their sleepy manager
Just this
Towards.

Chorus
Eight, four, eight, four!
Height.
Eight, four, eight, four!
Height.

Couplet
Screaming bird fell down
Above the forest dark smoke hung.
They were not found. They lost radar
But someone suddenly shouted there!

Chorus
Eight, four, eight, four!
Height.
Eight, four, eight, four!
Height.

Couplet
"Pakhtakor" flies to victory in the gates of hell.
"Pakhtakor" - will not be a meeting and parade.
"Pakhtakor" - an important victory,
Instead of glory!