Текст песни А Викторов - Тра-та-та

The blue ball is spinning
Our plane goes to battle
"Tra-ta-ta-ta!" - the flight engineer said.
"Tra-ta-ta-ta!" - the commander answered.

The navigator fell asleep among empty bottles
We were lost in the thick clouds.
"Tra-ta-ta-ta!" - the commander is very angry.
"Tra-ta-ta-ta, flew home!"

Suddenly a flight engineer ran into the cabin:
"Listen, brothers, the waste has come!
Someone’s rocket is flying behind us! "
"Tra-ta-ta-ta!" - the commander says.

Straight from heaven they spent in a ravine.
Who knocked us out: ours or the 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 is "Tra-ta-ta-ta!" he said.
Only one commander said nothing:
He was gaining air into his lungs.

Now let’s listen to what the commander said:

Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!
You are not a mechanic, but tra-ta-ta-ta!
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta your mother!
I won’t fly with you anymore.