Lyrics Леонид и Эдит Утёсовы - Бомбардировщики
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Музыка: Jimmie McHugh Слова: Harold Adamson, пер. Т. Сикорская и С. Болотин
Comin' in on a wing and a prayer
Comin' in on a wing and a prayer
Though there's one motor gone
We can still carry on
Comin' in on a wing and a prayer
What a show, what a fight
Yes we really hit our target for tonight
How we sing as we limp 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 prayer
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
Hа честном слове и на одном крыле..."
Hу, дела! Hочь была! Их объекты разбомбили мы дотла.
Мы ушли, ковыляя во мгле, мы к родной подлетаем земле.
Бак пробит, хвост горит и машина летит
Hа честном слове и на одном крыле.
Comin' in on a wing and a prayer
Comin' in on a wing and a prayer
Though there's one motor gone
We can still carry on
Comin' in on a wing and a prayer
What a show, what a fight
Yes we really hit our target for tonight
How we sing as we limp 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 prayer
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
Hа честном слове и на одном крыле..."
Hу, дела! Hочь была! Их объекты разбомбили мы дотла.
Мы ушли, ковыляя во мгле, мы к родной подлетаем земле.
Бак пробит, хвост горит и машина летит
Hа честном слове и на одном крыле.
Music: Jimmie McHugh Lyrics: Harold Adamson, per. T. Sikorska and S. Bolotin
Comin 'in on a wing and a prayer
Comin 'in on a wing and a prayer
Though there's one motor gone
We can still carry on
Comin 'in on a wing and a prayer
What a show, what a fight
Yes we really hit our target for tonight
How we sing as we limp 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 prayer
Our people were very concerned about the air:
The plane did not return at night from the bombing.
Radio operators scratched the air, finding a wave hardly
And at five to four, they heard the words:
"We fly hobbling in the gloom,
We crawl on the last wing.
The tank is broken, the tail burns and the car flies
Honestly and on the same wing ... "
Well, business! There was a night! We bombed their objects completely.
We left, waddling in the gloom, we fly to our native land.
The tank is broken, the tail burns and the car flies
On parole and on one wing.
Comin 'in on a wing and a prayer
Comin 'in on a wing and a prayer
Though there's one motor gone
We can still carry on
Comin 'in on a wing and a prayer
What a show, what a fight
Yes we really hit our target for tonight
How we sing as we limp 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 prayer
Our people were very concerned about the air:
The plane did not return at night from the bombing.
Radio operators scratched the air, finding a wave hardly
And at five to four, they heard the words:
"We fly hobbling in the gloom,
We crawl on the last wing.
The tank is broken, the tail burns and the car flies
Honestly and on the same wing ... "
Well, business! There was a night! We bombed their objects completely.
We left, waddling in the gloom, we fly to our native land.
The tank is broken, the tail burns and the car flies
On parole and on one wing.