We are friends, we’re migratory birds.
But our mode the of the life is not good,
We didn\'t have time to get married on earth,
And you won\'t find a wife at the clouds
Chorus:
Because, because we’re men of planes
The sky is ours, the sky is our native home!
First of all, first of all - our airplanes,
Well, and the girls? And the girls we .abandon
First of all, first of all - airplane helms and helmets,
Well, and the girls? And the girls - later.
We caress a tender image in ours heart wide
We want to give heart a nice girl forever.
Today meeting, seeing, you will fall in love,
And tomorrow the order to fly away.
Chorus