I am running on the burnout ground,
Closing the hermetic helmet up.
My Phantom's like white sharp arrow
On the wing widely spread out
Elevates with roaring so high.
I see the blue beauty of the sky.
I don't want to spoil it anyhow.
Pity you don't see what I do,
We have hard long way to meet.
My Phantom is flying to the East.
I am making carefully left turn.
Now I am the torturer to foes.
Bending down to the aim
I set missiles to the enemy
And then make another flight and shot.
I see the white stripe next in the sky.
My Phantom starts losing height, oh my.
Catapult is my salvation.
And I hang on slings in action.
Heart goes down and I am falling quiet.
I have barely landed and there is
Wild scream from the bushes appeared.
Yellow faced Vietnam men are
Sneaking out like the rabbits.
I fell down to the ground and silenced.
I am stepping on cursed land again.
The hermetic helmet I don't have.
Behind me the men with the guns
Poke the barrels to my back and
Life of mine is closer to the end.
Who's that pilot who has shot me down?
Asked a question to one man then I.
It was answered by the chief of
My private interrogation:
"It was our pilot Li-si-tsyn"
That lie that you're telling has no use.
I heard very clear when I flew:
- Kolya, go, and I will strike him!
- Vanya, hit, I'll cover your tail.
Russian ace Ivan has hit me down.
There is a dear Texas somewhere far.
Mom and Dad are waiting me come back.
My Phantom has blown up swiftly
In the sky so blue and clear.
I'll not see you ever anymore.
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