Дмитрий Смирнов - Прощайте, персы...
текст песни

The head of the Iranian story
We wrote.
Only the sky is in charge -
How hot it is to fly in it!
And, speaking of conscience,
We are all a little tired ...
And under the contract follows
We collect things.

Let us modest in private life
The role of the Persians was assigned.
But only, here, without us to fly
They can't even now!
We are so many times to holy places
Pilgrims were taken
That Sharia has long been considered
The holy owes us! ..


The contract is over, everyone is alive ... but for some reason
Something sorry, although a joyful mood ...
The last minutes have already gone ...
Down with sadness! We are returning home! ..


Here the climate is unfriendly
And we all considered him.
And the sun is obsessed
He will drive with any arrogance!
Here are the pilots and techniques
How they were brotherly in war
And all implacable
Enemies put up here! ..

You can't throw words out of the song -
Everything happened here ...
But, of course, the main thing is
Final result!
Our team is here today
I flew off worthy
And facts, a stubborn thing,
They say for this ...


That's just the heart will stand a little more often,
When it melts under the wing Imam Reza ...
Farewell, Persians, Hastenat Bashi, CHADAFEZH!
And Inlala, maybe we will meet when ...