Come on fellow fly


Chorus:
We love the air, we love our sky,
We want to be a cruise!
Orel - not a bird, while in flight was not.
Come on, mate, fly!

Want to cruise chicks
Conquer nature,
To fly to the North Pole, as fathers,
And the cloud dive.
One kid, embarrassed and proud
Yesterday told me,
Even Gromovskiy record
He beats in a dream.

Chorus.

/ Loss to the tune of solo /

Chorus.

During the wet curtain of clouds
Under the blue sky,
Flies free of the shackles,
Brave my pilot.
And the power of the enemy's claws
Do not ever touch
My great motherland
Huge nest!

Chorus.

Come on, mate, fly! 1937