Текст песни Вера Матвеева - Крыло оторвалось у самолёта

Pilot
Wing came off in aircraft,
A plane is not on the ground - in flight.
And in his last flight
Went to the pilot.
His land forever waiting
And the plane, and the plane.

Silent motors, only air is crying
The fact that there is no pilot luck.
And he was helpless helm
With a smile, clenched,
And in the sky the way it lay
The last time - he knew it.

The car crashed into a hill screws.
It is not a bird, just a bunch of junk.
Burned down my plane,
And like in flight.
But if it is not lucky,
That never lucky.

Charred corpse grass close.
I was a pilot, I was not a hero.
I'm just the pilot, and always
I knew there was trouble.
But I'm nowhere without the sky:
Ile streak in the sky, Or no trace.

1971-1972