Comin' in on a wing and a prayer,
Comin' in on a wing and a prayer,
Thought 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.

One of our planes was missing
Two hours overdue,
One of our planes was missing
With all it's gallant crew.
The radio sets were humming,
They waited for a word,
Then a voice broke through the humming
And this is what they heard:

Comin' in on a wing and a prayer,
Comin' in on a wing and a prayer,
Thought there's one motor gone,
We can still carry on
Comin' in on a wing and a prayer.

Был озабочен очень
Воздушный наш народ -
К нам не вернулся ночью
С бомбежки самолёт,
Радисты скребли в эфире,
Волну ловя едва,
И вот без пяти четыре
Услышали слова:

"Мы летим, ковыляя во мгле,
Мы идём на последнем крыле,
Бак пробит, хвост горит,
И машина летит
На честном слове и на одном крыле.

Ну дела! Ночь была!
И объекты разбомбили мы дотла!

Мы ушли, ковыляя во мгле,
Мы к родной подлетаем земле,
Вся команда цела,
И машина пришла
На честном слове и на одном крыле."

1943