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Migratory birds
We, my friends, - migratory birds,
Just our way of life one is not good:
On the ground did not have time to get married,
A wife will not find in the sky.
Chorus:
Therefore, because we are the pilots,
Heaven - our sky - our dear home.
First of all, first of all - airplanes.
- And the girl? - And then girl!
Gentle way in the shower you are blue,
Do you want to give heart forever.
Today you will meet, see, fall in love,
And the next day - the order to leave.
Chorus.
That with anguish in no way meet,
Remembering about the affectionate look,
We decided, my friends, not to fall in love
Even in the most beautiful girls.
Chorus (2 times). 1945