Текст песни Хор Турецкого - Мы друзья - перелетные птицы

We, my friends, migratory birds,
Only our life one is not good:
On the ground did not have time to get married,
And in the sky you will not find a wife!

Chorus:

Therefore, because we are the pilots,
Our sky ... the sky is our dear home.
First of all, first of all planes.
- Well, girls? - A girl then.
First of all, first of all planes.
- Well, girls? - A girl then.

Gentle way in dreams you're blue,
Want to give heart forever:
Now meet, see, admire,
And tomorrow the order - to leave.

That with anguish in a way not to meet,
Remembering about the affectionate look,
We decided, my friends, do not fall in love
Even in the most beautiful girls.