Текст песни Александр Викторов - Тра-та-та

Spinning spinning ball blue
Our plane goes to battle
Tra-ta-ta-ta-board mechanic said
Tra-ta-ta-ta commander answered

The navigator fell asleep between empty bottles
We got lost in the thick clouds
Tra-ta-ta-ta, the commander is very angry
Tra-ta-ta-ta flew home

Suddenly a half-drunk mechanic ran in
Brothers relatives Tra-ta we arrived
Someone’s racer flies after us
Tra-ta-ta-ta commander says

Through the clouds Tra-lurched into a ravine
Someone was shot down by us or our enemy
Our rocket and our plane
And as it turned out, a familiar pilot

The crew crawled out into the white light
Each of them Tra-ta-ta-ta said
Only one commander said nothing
He was gaining air into the lungs

"Listen to what the commander said."

Tra-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta
You are not a mechanic but Tra-ta-ta-ta
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta your mother
I won’t fly with you again