Flying the aircraft at the front


Flying the aircraft at the front.
Sunset over a field of waning.
And singing soldiers in camp,
As falcon died in battle.

He fearlessly fought against the enemies
For the happiness of the Soviet land.
But his chest pierced by a bullet,
But his wings burned.

And a wounded falcon said:
"May I perish in battle,
They have a price
I pay for my death! "

And rushed to the enemies' nests
Two hot burning wing.
His death falconry
The whole earth shook around.

He broke the Rogue evil,
Dispelled as smoke and ash,
The last movement of the heart,
His last breath.

Flying the aircraft at the front.
Sunset over a field of waning.
And singing soldiers in camp,
As falcon died in battle. 1947