Текст песни Г. Борисова - Баллада о военных летчицах

When you sing songs on earth
Quietly the sky will sing to you.
The dead for the homeland in flight
We always continue our flight.

We became involuntarily angels
Dropping feathers from the wings into the woods,
And in a clear sky, as if in a clear field
Hear you our voices

Chorus: We are not at all shadows beyond the grave,
We are the wind and the cry of cranes.
The dead in the sky for the motherland
Become the sky above her.

We burned alive in airplanes
Like the torches of victory shining for you
Drowned with scab in the swamps
But they rose again, still flying.

For all the children flew through the blizzards
For all the children through thousands of deaths
Although in a short life did not have time
Cradle our own children ...

Chorus.

We became the sky, became the clouds
And seeing from heaven your cruel age,
We touch your hands softly,
And you think it is snow.

We breathe, warming the bird's nests
We cradle the children at midnight.
It seems to you that stars are shining from the sky,
And we are looking at you from heaven.

Chorus.