Текст песни Антарес - Рубеж

At a bend under the anti-aircraft fire,
Course of one hundred twenty - on alert.
Lights through sight dazzling sunset,
Ahead I see the goal, but there is nothing to shoot.

And the sky wheezing through the outbreak of fire:
- Two Messer right, cover me!
Like a wounded bird clinging to the earth,
I leave the chase in the PRC!

The final frontier - go to afterburners.
I soar up - left turn.
The final frontier - lit sky,
And somewhere far away - runway ...

The vultures eagerly bullet tore a wing,
And tracers sting scorched face.
I was losing height, pain, screaming at me,
Falling into the void, approaching to land.

The final frontier, and the life of a burning arrow,
Tearing during printing, flashed before me.
The final frontier - still alive!
The final frontier - to go home ...

Burning sword cutting the fog,
Looking death in the face, I go to the ram!
At the turn under anti-aircraft fire,
The course into the unknown - to combat!