The heavens became to me, suddenly a stove,
A Treacherous strike - A treacherous thing.
The point is, I'm a plane with a human soul
With a special geometry of wings.
They hit my weakest spot, it is my open back.
So their hit will never miss the mark,
The fuselage is pained
It pierces from the cabin to the tail.
And what the hell is occurring in the world?!
I can’t see through the fire and the smoke.
I’m not Sharli, I am Su-24, it is not the same.
And where are the plates with my full name?
The dive seizes without coordination...
All will be mixed without destination.
I have no chance of rescue, still I go down
And I inevitably will meet the ground.
The earth will hug me to accept forever,
My flight recorder will be covered with burning things.
I am a plane having a human soul from now and forever
With a special geometry of wings.
© Sergio Yefimov
© English version. Alexander Peshkov
