Текст песни Виктор Верстаков - Лети, вертолетчик

The blades are raging overhead
The control handle trembles.
You go down from the sun and what is alive
You check against the ground shadow.
You take on yourself, you take on everything,
The outcomes are responsible for everything.
Iron bird, dutifully trumpeting,
Slides off the firmament.
The casing is broken, the glass is broken,
The front pillar is bent.
But you landed - you're in luck.
You and someone in the infantry.
He is wounded - you were sent to him.
You sat under fire on the rocks.
Iron bird in signal smoke
It merged with the granite pedestal.
Loading is over, "step-gas" has been moved.
You can hardly tear off the car.
You are in the sky, you survived and you saved him -
A fighter from an unnamed peak.
Gained altitude, looked back into the compartment.
The flight technician nodded: "It's okay."
Fly, helicopter pilot, live, man,
Happy guys landing!
We take over, we take over everything,
We are responsible for all outcomes.
Iron bird, dutifully trumpeting,
Flies in the middle of the sky.