Текст песни Леонид Утёсов и Эдит Утёсова - Мы летим ковыляя во мгле,мы идем на подбитом крыле

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