Текст песни Марк Мерман - Песня о весёлой войне в воздухе

That newsreel: boy-pilot with a white scarf,
With winds from the cockpit as a plume of smoke.
And under the wing - Alexandria, northern Africa,
Where on the map is marked with crosses shelf.

And over the strait - torrential rain - as usual.
Cloudy, - then God will - go around shooting
According to the heavens fly, are found on the ground ...
Cloudy, - then God will - go around the destiny.

Someone has to meet - a wedge, and we - phalanges.
Poor spend the first ammunition ...
And there is no room on the wings only angels,
Stars and crosses, and no holes.

Like a rare bird, live for, we.
Each pilotik in the sky - a target and goal,
And never will pray the weather, we
So, just in case, good-bye, Marcel!

That newsreel: boy-pilot with a white scarf,
With winds from the cockpit as a plume of smoke.
And under the wing - Alexandria, northern Africa,
Where on the map is marked with crosses shelf.