The memory of the squadron Normandie-Niemen


I worry when he heard
French speech,
I remember the early years.
I was friends with the Frenchman,
Do not forget our meetings
Where Neman carries its waters.
There's French pilots
In the rain and fog
The enemy attacked,
A Soviet guys
In the ranks of the guerrillas
They fought in the Loire Valley.

we flew one in heaven,
We lost friends fighting,
Well, those who are destined to live,
We must remember them and make friends.
La la la la
La-la-la
La la la la
La-la-la
Well, those who are destined to live,
We must remember them and make friends.

What are you doing now,
French counterpart,
Where do you go now
Where to fly?
Do not you eh, I called out -
"Bonjour, kamarad"
you answered me -
"Hello, comrade!"
We are one of the jars
Warm in winter,
They guarded each other in flight,
And then you're in Paris
returned home
Donated on my plane.

we flew one in heaven,
We lost friends fighting,
Well, those who are destined to live,
We must remember them and make friends.
La la la la
La-la-la
La la la la
La-la-la
Well, those who are destined to live,
We must remember them and make friends.
I will come to Paris,
All the houses are bypassed
Under the ground the whole city union,
From the "Normandy" pilot
There I find,
We will continue the former conversation.
We are for a just cause
Fought kamarad,
We hate war is different.
Not to succumb to hype
French counterpart,
Fidelity to the oath of his keeping.

we flew one in heaven,
We lost friends fighting,
Well, those who are destined to live,
We must remember them and make friends.
La la la la
La-la-la
La la la la
La-la-la
Well, those who are destined to live,
We must remember them and make friends. 1958