Текст песни Песни нашего века - Кожанные куртки

Leather jackets, thrown into a corner,
Cloth low curtained window.
Rove for hangars northern blizzard,
The small hotel is empty and dark.
Rove for hangars northern blizzard,
The small hotel is empty and dark.

The commander of the co-driver will remember the old tune,
Will back his head with his hand the second pilot.
Podtyanuvshi old guitar strings,
Behind them quietly podpoet mechanic.

This song is a sad time for us to forget,
Motors and tightly sheathed heart.
Again, pull the shore snow and fog,
Again, non-flying night, even for the Moon.

Bald romance, air tramp!
Our life - eternal boyish years.
You are flying in the wind planting flags
You meteorological service, we foretold happiness.

Nezakatnoe sun and warm wind from the West.
And obedient to the helm stoskovavshihsya hands.
Wait for us unmet schoolgirl - Bride
In small asphalt southern cities.

Wait for us unmet schoolgirl - Bride
In the morning asphalt southern cities