Текст песни Армейские песни - Один парашют на двоих

Flying kilometers, pierced by the wind ,
Until the goal is short route.
As the guy did not fight - did not open on it
His reserve parachute .

And he dropped the stone , but suddenly someone - that
He picked up at that moment .
And arguing with the winds grew white in the open
A parachute for two.

The fog is sleeping city , our flight will not soon ,
Come , let us recall , my friend ,
Celestial trails , robust lines ,
And other dangerous jump.

We are familiar with the sky , we are in the sky , at home ,
Landing friendship is strong .
So let us drink , guys , for a friend - a soldier ,
What hands to the clouds !