Текст песни Юрий Визбор - Деревянный самолёт

Calls us to continually sky
And protect yourself calling.
And flies - even wood,
Still, military aircraft.

It is protected from bullets too,
Not built for long life.
Its pilot - a boy,
But still a military man.

Let the flight of hard work,
Danger looms - let them!
But life - the most important of the flight,
And you have to choose the right path.

Fly, pilot, avoiding death,
Bypassing the black smoke shooting
After five stamps on the envelope -
Flight course of your destiny.

And youth proudly flies
Above the black abyss of war,
But the feat of the time did not know
Before him all ages are equal.

And in a sealed envelope
Letter to immortality is
Iron in the fire death
The wooden plane.