Текст песни Юрий Визбор - Кожаные куртки

Leather jackets, thrown into a corner,
Cloth low curtained window
Rove for hangars northern blizzard, \ 2
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 -
Tight motors, and heart sheathed.
Again, pull the shore snow and mist
Again, even for non-flying night moon.

Bald romance, air tramp
Our life is eternal boyish years
Away melancholy chase you drunk jar
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, blizzard towns. \ 2 times