Сoming in on a wing and the рraуer
Сoming in on a wing and the рraуer
Though there's one motor gone
We can still carry on
Сoming in on a wing and the рraуer
What a shot, what a fight
Yes, we reallу hit the target for tonight
How we sing as we limр through the air
Look below, there's our field over there
With our full crew aboard
And our trust in the Lord
We're comin' in on a wing and a рraуer
Был озабочен очень воздушный наш народ:
К нам не вернулся ночью с бомбежки самолет.
Радисты скребли в эфире, волну найдя едва,
И вот без пяти четыре услышали слова:
"Мы летим, ковыляя во мгле,
Мы ползем на последнем крыле.
Бак пробит, хвост горит и машина летит
На честном слове и на одном крыле..."
Ну, дела! Ночь была! Их объекты разбомбили мы дотла.
Мы ушли, ковыляя во мгле, мы к родной подлетаем земле.
Бак пробит, хвост горит и машина летит
На честном слове и на одном крыле.
Сoming in on a wing and the рraуer
Сoming in on a wing and the рraуer
Though there's one motor gone
We can still carry on
Сoming in on a wing and the рraуer
What a shot, what a fight
Yes, we reallу hit the target for tonight
How we sing as we limр through the air
Look below, there's our field over there
With our full crew aboard
And our trust in the Lord
We're comin 'in on a wing and a рraуer
Our people were very airy:
The plane did not return to us from the bombing at night.
Radio operators scrabbled on the air, barely finding a wave,
And at five minutes to four we heard the words:
"We fly, hobbling in the darkness,
We crawl on the last wing.
The tank is broken, the tail is on fire and the car is flying
On parole and on one wing ... "
Well, business! It was night! We bombed their facilities to the ground.
We left, hobbling in the darkness, we fly up to our native land.
The tank is broken, the tail is on fire and the car is flying
On my word of honor and on one wing.