Песня полярных летчиков текст
Обновлено: 19.09.2024
перевод на Английский Английский
Song of polar pilots
Old leather jackets thrown to the corner,
Small and low window, closed with a rug,
Northern blizzard rambles by hangars like a moaner.
Our little inn is so empty and so dark.
Our pilot and the navigator will remember
Old motif, and then chief mate will tap it with the hand,
Tuning strings on his guitar and quickly checking timbre,
Flight mechanic will be soon joining the band.
We should be forgetting this sad song forever,
Tightly closed our hearts and motors will be soon.
Snow and fog are coming from the river’s bending,
Looks like it’s non-flying night, even for the moon.
– Bald romantic air tramps, what’s your life about?
– Our life is ever-young like boy that flies a kite!
We will empty our flasks, sadness will get out,
Weather guys, just say, that we'll be lucky for the flight!
Sun is never down, and warm West wind is coming,
Steering Column in the hands that missed it so much.
Wait for us – unknown yet – student-brides in sunny,
Small, but asphalt-covered, nice and shiny towns!
Wait for us – unknown yet – student-brides in sunny,
Small, but asphalt-covered morning-shiny towns!
Turukhansky Region, river Kolyu,
“Springing”, April-May
Aleksandr Gorodnitskiy: Топ 3
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