Текст песни Пилигрим - Боги неба

Dead pilots dream of stars,
Red blood on a white ground.
Dreaming air rusty pain,
Black steel cross on the wing.

Cut the outbreak of anger,
In the crosshairs breathing.
They left the sky forever,
And the fall of the blind soul.

Chorus:
Sky Gods, Gods!
Sky Gods, Gods!

Dead pilots dream of children
In an animal pulls home
A tornado of fire at dawn
the last battle is not over

Where their cool showers
From hot brutal games
Bell, transparent chill
Freeze in the latest features

Bridge:
Nezabyvshim and unforgotten,
Dead pilots, the pilots shot down.
This pain is not erased, not forgive,
With this pain in the sky float.