Текст песни Борис Вахнюк - Аннушка и АН-2

You should be angry with a hard fate,
Should I blame such a share,
It is foolish to change Anadyr to Anapa
And change the bay of the Cross to Khreshchatyk.

Chorus:
The takeoff strip is humming with concrete
The weather is ringing over the airfield
Annushka can't keep up with "Anton"
Forgive me, Annushka.

Maybe somewhere more than something here,
But the endless snowstorm in spite
Chukotka puts blue stars
On my shoulder, on your wing.

Chorus:
The takeoff strip is humming with concrete
The weather is ringing over the airfield
Annushka can't keep up with "Anton"
Forgive me, Annushka.

Our most non-flying routes,
This is the shortest dawn,
Those who fly here are called asses,
And it must be not in vain.

Chorus:
The takeoff strip is humming with concrete
The weather is ringing over the airfield
Annushka can't keep up with "Anton"
Forgive me, Annushka.

So the sun dawned on the hills.
The polar night melts into the sea after diving.
Antonina is waiting for me in Anadyr.
Don't be jealous of me Annushka.

Chorus 2:
Maybe somewhere more than something here,
But the snowstorm is endless in spite.
Chukotka puts blue stars
On my shoulder, on your wing.
Chukotka puts blue stars
On my shoulder, on your wing.