Текст песни Ногу свело - - летела

From Alma-Ata

You will not put perfume and varnish in your luggage,
Pitch aft is your Chimbulak,
The liner will lie on the wing,
And the red board will blink.

From Alma-Ata you flew to me,
So you wanted to see me again.
Blue hills will burst into bright light
And flowers will grow in this place.

Moscow, as always, was waiting for your flight,
Sunset, the steppe is almost asleep,
But the howling of turbines rang out
And black smoke remained in the sky.