The song of combat pilots from The last inch

A land mine hums with a heavy bass,

A fountain of fire just hit.

And in the sky Bob started his dance:

What do I care about your presence?

You don’t care about me!

The earth is cracking like an empty nut wholl

Armor cracks like a  wooden chip.

And Bob's laughter is heard for all:

What do I care now about you all?

You don’t care about me!

But the stupid bullet entered between eyelids

At early  sunset straight to him.

He managed to say this time amid:

What do I care about all of you, kids?

You don’t care about me!

Forgive the soldiers all their last sins,

And don’t keep it in your memory,

Don’t put sad milestones over us with grin:

What do I care about your being?

You don’t care about me!