Текст песни Александр Гейнц и Сергей Данилов - Песенка о полярной авиации

The red stripe on the side -
Stroke polar aviation.
No weather. After half an hour
We go over the snow fields.
The port was closed. The fifth day in the morning
The band prickly snow vyuzhit.
The crew at the entrance to the gangway
Shaggy dog ​​waiting for a weather.

We prophesied:
In the afternoon it will be sunny,
Sky will see the land,
And yet -
Torn shreds
Low clouds,
Visibility below zero.

The fifth day of silence over the tundra,
Tightly squeezed screws.
Obscene swearing navigator
Straighten Summer jobs.
It does not matter where the laid course -
Over and above the Taimyr Chukotka,
Waiting for your urgent cargo delivery,
Wait, cursing the weather, passengers.

He prophesied:
In the afternoon it will be sunny,
Sky will see the land,
And yet -
Torn shreds
Low clouds,
Visibility below zero.

He says he draws the poles
Long flight rubles,
Only he who does not risk himself
Bort lead over the snowy fields.
Where allowed to see down
Specks nomadic reindeer
Where polar pink sunset
The tail feathers touch.

We prophesied:
In the afternoon it will be sunny,
Sky will see the land,
And yet -
Torn shreds
Low clouds,
Visibility below zero.

Polar Day is coming to an end.
On the table in the storeroom freezes dinner.
Return to your porch
Lonely weather service dog.
Takeoff worries band
Red fog lights.
All right. After half an hour
We'll go over the snow fields.

Sub friends
Airfields
Smooth out the land,
somewhere out there -
Torn shreds
Low clouds,
Visibility below zero.