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- The "Rooks" have arrived (song about Su-25 Frogfoot)
- As usual, our fly is urgent
- Our comrades attacked, that's for sure
- We fly in day and in night
- On our eternal risk and peril
- I put on the mark in the tablet
- There, in the square, as if in a cage,
- Our scouts in distress,
- In this damn mountains.
- We have the task,
- But I not sure about our luck
- We must hurry otherwise
- There will perish whole platoon
- I start engines without pre-flight check
- The technician in old coveralls,
- Will slam my plane by wingtip
- Two "rooks" going to take off.
- We do not look at the surrounding landscape.
- We must always be on guard.
- Making turns between the mountains and rocks.
- "Hey, bro, do not fall behind!"
- I flew through the hillock
- And looked around
- Wow, what a battle
- Well, wingman, be prepared
- Hey below, hold on, guys
- We're starting our work
- "From right, 30, machineguns!"
- Shouts from the ground by radio
- Turning on the target and drop the HE bombs
- And after this, strongly
- As if I'm going on potholes
- My plane started shaking.
- Enemy tracers like a spider web
- I actively maneuvering
- It's very tableau.
- Like the Savrasov's "Rooks"
- We arrived, to rescue
- Enemies "salute" us here.
- But again the "land" is not responding
- Come on, scouts, answer to me!
- I spinning and tumbling
- For the hundredth time I renounce,
- Upon arrival on base - I quit.
- I don't want to die here.
- Why I went to Katcha?
- In Ulyanovsk all very different.
- I would have good house, car, a lot of money
- And I would piloted an Airbus.
- "Rook", poor plane, it mutilated.
- They will respond for this!
- And the bright red balls
- Flying towards me
- Miracles still happen
- I am still alive, although they hit me
- Sweat corrodes my eyes
- And nowhere to hide from the heat.
- Very hot, not just warm!
- Send down "gifts" for them
- Not so easy to do my work
- Under the boiling plumbum
- VPU like a tank cannon
- Roar of shots, shivers
- I like a mouse in the tincan
- On which struck with a hammer!
- Would not want to die today
- Not want to be mourned
- I was really in a skillet
- All ammunition is depleted.
- Simulating attacks,
- It's time to go out of the fray
- Because fuel tanks nearly dry
- And my craft have torn side
- Befall me fear,
- "Rook" is wearily down the nose.
- So my life is hanging by a thread
- My plane is just a flying wreck.
- But it's alive, still working!
- As if someone is holding it
- And I hear in my headphones:
- "Flyers... thank you!"
- We took a course
- Back to base
- Shells, bullets, it's in the past.
- Bernoulli's theorem
- Holds my "rook" in the air
- It flies on its last legs
- And I have a nosebleed
- So again I'll swallow pills
- In the infirmary.
- I'm approaching, by the base
- Touched the runway.
- Parachute poped sonorously
- I will stop in the parking
- Leave aside
- And do not touch me.
- Somewhere there is a fight.
- But it's somewhere
- Cuz' such beautiful summer...
- Technician will give me a cigarette
- Hey guys ... we live.
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