Текст песни Л.Утесов - Мы летим ковыляя во мгле

We fly hobbling in the mist
Lyrics: T. Sikorski and S. Bolotin

Comin 'in on a wing and a prayer
Comin 'in on a wing and a prayer
Though there's one motor gone
We can still carry on
Comin 'in on a wing and a prayer

What a show, what a fight
Yes we really hit our target for tonight

How we sing as we limp through the air
Look below, there's our field over there
With our full crew aboard
And our trust in the Lord
We're comin 'in on a wing and a prayer

Was very concerned about the air our people:
We have not come back at night with the bombing of the plane.
Radio operators clawing the air, barely finding the wave,
And now five minutes to four heard the words:

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

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


1943