D        G           D
Coming in on a wing and the prayer
                            A
Coming in on a wing and the prayer
         D
With our one motor gone
         G
We can still carry on
       D        A           D
Coming in on a wing and the prayer
  D
  What a shot, what a fight
                                       A
  Yes, we really hit the target for tonight
         D        G           D
  Coming in on a wing and the prayer
                              A
  Coming in on a wing and the prayer
           D
  With our one motor gone
           G
  We can still carry on
         D        A           D
  Coming in on a wing and the prayer



Coming in on a wind and the pray
Coming in on a will and the bray
  Bowels is allmost of gun
  We can still carry on
  Coming in on a will and the pray

     What's a shouts, what's a fire?
     Yes we really hit on target for tonight!

How we seen as ???  throu the earth
Lot belove as I filds of a raid
  Without spoofs to a fog
  And I trust in the world
  Coming in on a will and a pray


D                      Bb
Был озабочен очень воздушный наш народ -
D                             C
К нам не вернулся ночью с бомбежки самолет
 A                       D
Радисты скребли в эфире, волну найдя едва,
A
И вот без пяти четыре услышали слова:

       D       G      D
"Мы летим ковыляем во мгле,
                        A
Мы к родной подлетаем земле
      D                    G
Бак пробит, хвост горит и машина летит
             D     A         D
На честном слове и на одном крыле.
D
Ну дела, ночь была,
                            A
Их объекты разбомбили мы до тла
    D       G        D
Мы ушли, ковыляем во мгле
                          A
Мы ползем на последнем крыле
     D              G
Вся команда цела и машина пришла
             D     A         D
На честном слове и на одном крыле"

Coming in on a wing and the prayer
Coming in on a wing and the prayer
With our one motor gone
We can still carry on
Coming in on a wing and the prayer

Если церковь это группа людей, мазаных одним миром,
То семья это тоже группа людей, мазаных одним... мылом!
И то и другое одинаково свято.

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A FRESNO FABLE
by William Saroyan

Kerope Antoyan, the grocer, ran into Aram Bashmanian, the lawyer, in the street one day and said, “Aram, you are the very man I have been looking for. It is a miracle that I find you this way at this time, because there is only one man in this world I want to talk to, and you are that man, Aram.”

“Very well, Kerope,” the lawyer said, “Here I am.”

“This morning,” the grocer said, “when I got up I said to myself, ‘If there is anybody in this whole world I can trust, it is Aram,’ and here you are before my eyes–my salvation, the restorer of peace to my soul. If I had hoped to see an angel in the street, I would not have been half so pleased as I am to see you, Aram.”

“Well, of course I can always be found in my office,” Aram said, “but I’m glad we have met in the street. What is it, Kerope?”

“Aram, we are from Bitlis. We understand all too well that before one speaks one thinks. Before the cat tastes the fish, his whiskers must feel the head. A prudent man does not open an umbrella for one drop of rain. Caution with strangers, care with friends, trust in one’s very own–as you are my very own son, Aram. I thank God for bringing you to me at this moment of crisis.”

“What is it, Kerope?”

“Aram, every eye has a brow, every lip a mustache, the foot wants its shoe, the hand its glove, what is a tailor without his needle, even a lost dog remembers having had a bone, until a candle is lighted a prayer for a friend cannot be said, one man’s ruin is another man’s reward.”

“Yes, of course, but what is the crisis, Kerope?”

“A good song in the mouth of a bad singer is more painful to the ear than a small man’s sneeze,” the grocer said.

“Kerope,” the lawyer said. “How can I help you?”

“You are like a brother to me, Aram – a younger brother whose wisdom is far greater than my own, far greater than any man’s.”

“Well, thank you, Kerope,” Aram said, “but please tell me what’s the matter, so I can try to help you.”

In the end, though, Kerope refused to tell Aram his problem.

MORAL: If you’re really smart, you won’t trust even an angel.