Текст песни Эдуард Хиль - Туман, туман, седая пелена

& quot; CHRONICLE Dive Bomber & quot;
Fog, mist
Fog, mist , gray veil .
Far, far beyond the fog of war .
There are fights without us , but for us there is no fault .
We are chained to the ground fog,
Aerial work War

Fog, mist , at last , to the past.
Far, far beyond the mists of our house .
And in the dugout front us about his childhood dreams .
It can be seen , all of us have grown up sooner ,
Aerial work War

Fog, mist -shrouded land again .
Far, far away, beyond the mists love.
Long wait for us brides with chuzhedalney side.
We do not all get back from flight
Aerial work of war.

seq. K. Ryzhov
muses. A. Kolker