Aviamarsh


We were born to make a fairy tale come true,
Overcome space and open space,
We gave reason steel hand-wings
Instead of the heart - a flaming engine.

Chorus:

Higher and higher and higher
We strive to fly our birds,
And in each propeller is breathing
The tranquility of our borders.

Throwing up his camera obedient
Or creating an unprecedented flight
We are aware of how the fleet is growing stronger air,
Our world's first proletarian fleet!

Chorus.

Our keen eye pierces every atom,
Our determination dressed every nerve;
And, believe us, every ultimatum
Fleet will be able to give an answer.

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