The Song of Russianт Ace-Pilots. after Alex Fatianoff

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