Текст песни Николай Анисимов - Атлантика

Passing taxiing on the flight
On the strip the ship will stand
At the executive "prayer" - all on the map.
Screws - eight - on the palm
Run, break, bend, set
And all the problems we left there - at the start.

The route is not on the eyes
We believe the navigator - on time
There is no internet available and Google
And fifty years ago
Bombёry as if on parade
Go north, then to leave "the corner".

And if "lettered" Our board
Escort accompanies us
That's just not in the sky orchestral copper
And somewhere in the NATO headquarters
Encryption scribbling in a hurry -
Flying into the Atlantic Russian "bears"
Flying into the Atlantic "bears" ...

Spilled coffee burn
Buffeting us cares
Weather - rubbish! And on the radar entirely illumination.
And in the fuselage - "revolver"
He manufacturing - USSR
God said, "yankesy" that Russian roulette.

And instead of glad tidings
"Foods" report about guests
We hang planes pair of villains
They're also ahead
And not just in blister us wings
These greyhounds - as a rule - from the United States.

But not to change the board
Though impudent our escort
... We send them home to your favorite lady.
And somewhere in the NATO headquarters
Alarm sounding and all the run -
Came to the Atlantic Russian "bears"
Came out into the Atlantic "bears".

Too bad there are no roads in the ocean
And it is for us as a hay stack
We find in it must be fucking needle
And we are looking at the risk and fear
Aircraft carrier on waves
And do not find, then all task - to no avail.

And the cry: "I see, commander!"
Suddenly a silent tear ether
Iron box with a height is noticeable
There chertyhnёtsya Admiral
Spacing suit and Abraham
And we are so happy - like little children

We will swing wings escort
Will send a report about Russian board
And will remove our Flight neighbors.
They will hang in the headquarters
Only will argue among themselves
Once again come to the Atlantic "bears"
Come into the Atlantic "bears".

We go on a date
Each other with the tanker find
And seven pots come down, but we will catch cone
Though hard to keep mode
We cherish every ton
A turbulence we increase the overall tone.

Our charter plane buzzes
He remembers different places
Vietnam, Angola, Cuba and Guinea
Fathers flew there before us
But if we gave the order
We certainly could b. After all, we - know how!

And the crew - he simply could
And let fatigue knocks down
But we are so glad our little victory
What we do not sleepy
Not sleeping garrison today
Returned home from the Atlantic "bears"
Come home "bears"
Go waddling "bears" ...
Home favorite "bears"