song parachutist


And it brings me to the motor
Above the roof and above the mountains
Straight to the sun and the moon, but did not scared me,
But just as scared me!

Then said the pilot,
Slowing our flight:
"Here at our kindergarten, the children look at the sky,
Children look at the sky "

I went on the wing -
Wind burned cheeks.
Fly clouds on the ring of my hand,
On my hand ring!

I looked up and there
turned parachute
I can see the flames in the back, but did not scared me,
But just as scared me! 1940