Pilots. We ll never understand...

We have conquered the skies.
For the fact that the sky conquered us,
Our ancestors paid an expensive price.
But look where we are in these times.

Like all lovers, we surf the heavenly expanses.
The very ones we are so much in love with,
We are ready to love more only that height
that we haven't occupied.

We are dizzy, but not from the height;
It's from the "high" that those heights we occupied.
Without air, like a fish that without water left,
The most important thing in the world is the firmament.

A flight of dreams, not a flight in dreams,
We fly in reality, not in sleeps.
The instructions are deeply embedded, even in the marrow of the bone.
We are worried about safety, but what fear is, we've never known.

Intellectuality, representative appearance, and intelligence,
Competence in at least one of the foreign languages.
Confidence, reliability, and courtesy in their eyes.
And there is a reflection of a piece of skies. 

Only on earth, the sadness will dilute their eyes.
Mutual sadness for the skies.
The clouds are also always pine
when they're gone for a long time.

Among the living, we're more alive than all.
But by body and by soul,
We fly next to the saints’ souls,
We know the other world.
We're not naive at all; but in the clouds, our heads soar.

We’re superstitious, fixated on trifles sometimes,
But for mistakes, we have no rights.
For little things, we know the price.
We forget that we are risking our lives.
Cause, hundreds of people trusted us,
And for us, the life of each is a hundred times
more valuable than hundreds of our lives
and 100%, for each, our own lives can be sacrificed.

We'll never understand the fear of altitude.
What captivates and beckons us is the surface of the sky.
Insanely proud and full of gratitude,
That we were born not to crawl but to fly.