Текст песни Марк Бернес - Воспоминание об эскадрилье Нормандия-Неман

I worry when I hear French
I recall the distant years.
I was friends with a Frenchman, do not forget our meetings
Where the Neman carries its waters.
There are French pilots in the rain and fog
They hit the enemy
And the Soviet guys in the ranks of the partisans
They fought in the Loire Valley.

Chorus:
In heaven we flew alone
We lost fighting friends
Well, to those who fell to live,
We must remember them and be friends.

What are you doing now, french fellow,
Where do you go now, where do you fly?
I didn’t call you: “Bonjour, a mosquito!”
You answered me: "Hello, comrade!"
We warmed from a flask alone in the winter,
Guarded each other in flight
And then you came back to Paris home
On the plane I donated.

Chorus:

I’ll come to Paris, I’ll go around all the houses,
Underground I’ll go round the whole city.
From the Normandy pilot I’ll find there,
We will continue the old conversation.
We fought for a just cause, camarade,
We hate another war.
Don't be fooled, fellow fellow,
Loyalty to his oath of preserving.