Текст песни Дмитрий Смирнов - Прощайте, персы...

Head of Iranian Tale
      Then we wrote.
Heaven alone knows
      How hot it is to fly!
And, honestly,
      We are all a little tired ...
And the contract should
      We need to collect things.

Let us in modest modesty
      The role of the Persians was assigned.
But only, here, fly without us
      They can’t even now!
We are so many times to holy places
      Pilgrims were taken
What Sharia has long been considered
      Saints owe us! ..
 

The contract is over, everyone is alive ... But for some reason
Something is a pity, although a joyful mood ...
The last minutes have already gone ...
Down with sorrow! We are returning home! ..

 
The climate here is unfriendly
      And we all reckoned with him.
And the sun is obsessed
      Overpower anyone from any arrogance!
Here pilots and technicians
      How to fraternize in war
And all the irreconcilable
      Enemies put up here! ..
 
You won’t erase words from a song -
      Everything happened here ...
But, of course, the main thing -
      Final result!
Our team is here today
      Decently flew off
And the facts, the stubborn thing
      They say it ...
 

That's just the heart beats a little more often,
When Imam Reza melts under the wing ...
Farewell to the Persians, Hastenat Bashit, Hodaafez!
And Inshallah, maybe we'll see you when ...