Текст песни Людмила Туманова - Небесные короли

Go to the sky ships
With terrestrial airfields. .
Pilots in the sky - kings,
There's all so familiar to them.
On the ground looked down upon,
Fly day and night ...
And I look at the clouds -
I am a native point.

I understand that this is the century -
Age of rapid aircraft.
Just waiting for the sea sailors
As the sky waiting for the pilots.
Oh, you kings, kings!
Machine in the sky melt ...
And to us from the blue distance
Only sounds drifted.

Then a cloud covered the earth
And disappeared in a blur,
But do not lose the ship
In the ocean of air.
Again fellow friends
In flight escort you ...
I'm waiting for one of the king,
But I wish good luck to all!

1968