Текст песни Дмитрий Смирнов - Век у лётчика не долог...

The age of the pilot is not long,
Although this measure is abstract ...
Something the sky has become more frequent
To take us early ...
Someone has to live life again,
As a change of coin,
Pay for this happiness -
Ability to fly above birds ...
 
Here again one of the best
They leave us forever,
In this world of us throwing,
As helpless children ...
And now on us their souls
From the height of the invisible look,
Our conscience entrusting
Memory of the destruction of his ...
 
Silently we drink vodka in the kitchen.
Something fell in the throat ...
From heartlessness my heart aches
Well, at least something to change!
But it's not for us to judge someone,
For everything has God's will,
Yes, this is not easier,
They should live, and live! ..
 
God give you rest in that world,
What will take us once
(If there is, in fact),
Where is Your Flight Continued ...
You are always alive for us.
We will remember you guys ...
Maybe your help is in the sky
Someday it will come to us ...
 
The age of the pilot is not long:
The blood is full of adrenaline;
Flight labor with hard bread
In our cloudy destiny
Squeeze everything as long as you are young,
And in retirement - grudge ...
After all, the soul, sick with sky,
Shall die on the ground ...
 
But there will not be this with you,
Whose remains fell into the sea,
You can not sleep on retirement,
Old age fast curs ...
Somewhere out there, behind the clouds,
How then are you assembled again ...
On a steel raid the bird,
Remembering our memory ...
 
Life does not slow its run.
Vanity and people are the same ...
Frost in the winter,
And spring will chase the cold.
Only the world will not be
Never like before!
Widow's tears do not dry ...
The age of the pilot is not long ...