Текст песни Леонид Утёсов - Мы летим, ковыляя во мгле

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 ,
wave hardly find ,
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