Lyrics Валерий Бурков - Спасибо, авианаводчик
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Наш батальон залег у скал -
В засаду он в горах попал.
Комбат кричит: "Давай браток,
Тебе работать вышел срок!..."
С надеждой смотрит на меня:
"У неба запроси огня!"
"На связь, я - "Боцман", мы внизу,
Сейчас вам цели подскажу!
Бросаю дым, я здесь, я свой!
Душманы рядом, предо мной,
Левее метров двести храм,
Там дзот, туда и надо вам".
А дым предательский идет,
Меня душманам выдает.
Враг занет точно, там, где дым,
Лежит наводчик, невредим.
И злобу своего огня
Он направляет на меня.
Укрыться негде, жмусь к земле.
Я знаю - целятся по мне.
Но надо мне опять привстать,
Под пули голову поднять.
Душмана вижу, вот он бьет,
Надеюсь всеж не попадет,
Но трассы тянутся ко мне -
Сегодня я у них в цене.
Вот пуля мимо пронеслась,
Другая рядом улеглась.
А треться - врезалась в плечо.
Но можно жить пока еще.
Ну слышишь, летчик, не тяни.
Скорее цель в прицел возьми.
Меж нами ходит черный рок,
Так поддержи огнем браток.
И входит он в крутой вираж,
Идет за жизни пилотаж.
Он знает, раз уж просим мы,
Знать не поднять нам головы.
И вот пике, на боевом.
И хлещет вертолет огнем.
Врагам он страшен в этот миг,
И слышим мы душманов крик.
И батальону можно встать,
И дальше путь свой продолжать.
Подходит комбат,
прижимает к себе.
Тихо шепчет:
"Спасибо, наводчик,тебе".
Our battalion lay down by the rocks -
In an ambush, he hit the mountains.
The battalion commander screams: "Come on, brother,
You have a deadline to work! ... "
He looks at me with hope:
"Ask the sky for fire!"
"For communication, I'm a" boatswain, "we're downstairs,
Now I'll tell you the goals!
I throw smoke, I'm here, I'm mine!
Dusman next door, in front of me,
More than two hundred meters to the left,
There is a bunker there, and you need it. "
And the smoke is treacherous,
He gives me a dushman.
The enemy is buried precisely, where the smoke,
The gunner is lying unscathed.
And the malice of his fire
He points at me.
There is nowhere to hide, I'm huddling to the ground.
I know - they're after me.
But I have to get up again,
Under the bullets raise your head.
Dushman I see, here he beats,
I hope you will not get it all the same,
But the trails stretch towards me -
Today I have them in the price.
Here a bullet passed by,
Another nearby lay down.
And to rub - crashed into the shoulder.
But you can still live.
Well hear, pilot, do not pull.
Rather, aim at the target.
Between us walks black rock,
So support the fire brother.
And he enters a steep turn,
Go for life aerobatics.
He knows, since we ask,
Know not to raise our heads.
And here's the peak, the battle.
And whips the helicopter with fire.
To enemies he is terrible at that moment,
And we hear dushmans scream.
And the battalion can get up,
And then continue your way.
Suitable battalion commander,
presses to itself.
Quietly whispers:
"Thank you, gunner, you."
In an ambush, he hit the mountains.
The battalion commander screams: "Come on, brother,
You have a deadline to work! ... "
He looks at me with hope:
"Ask the sky for fire!"
"For communication, I'm a" boatswain, "we're downstairs,
Now I'll tell you the goals!
I throw smoke, I'm here, I'm mine!
Dusman next door, in front of me,
More than two hundred meters to the left,
There is a bunker there, and you need it. "
And the smoke is treacherous,
He gives me a dushman.
The enemy is buried precisely, where the smoke,
The gunner is lying unscathed.
And the malice of his fire
He points at me.
There is nowhere to hide, I'm huddling to the ground.
I know - they're after me.
But I have to get up again,
Under the bullets raise your head.
Dushman I see, here he beats,
I hope you will not get it all the same,
But the trails stretch towards me -
Today I have them in the price.
Here a bullet passed by,
Another nearby lay down.
And to rub - crashed into the shoulder.
But you can still live.
Well hear, pilot, do not pull.
Rather, aim at the target.
Between us walks black rock,
So support the fire brother.
And he enters a steep turn,
Go for life aerobatics.
He knows, since we ask,
Know not to raise our heads.
And here's the peak, the battle.
And whips the helicopter with fire.
To enemies he is terrible at that moment,
And we hear dushmans scream.
And the battalion can get up,
And then continue your way.
Suitable battalion commander,
presses to itself.
Quietly whispers:
"Thank you, gunner, you."