Летчик [Lyotchik] [English translation]

I woke up laughing:

I went down and came back;

I woke up laughing

At what people are we all here;

This day our daily bread,

Bread, speed, surefire salary,

Along under the clear star

In the warm hut – such a strange mix...

Oh, fly, pilot, fly, fly high and deep;

Fly above the dark water, fly above that side of the day;

Oh, bring, pilot, bring, bring my letter,

My letter from the sanctum sanctorum, my letter through the fire,

My letter from me...

The white dove came down;

The grey wanderer visited to look;

He'd stay for a half of an hour

And he's off before you could see;

From the waterless earth,

Through the calm and smooth surface, the mayhem from Kostroma,

With no steering and sails...

Yet always just like he wished to.

Oh, fly, pilot, fly, fly high and deep;

Fly above the dark water, fly above that side of the day;

Oh, bring, pilot, bring, bring my letter,

My letter from the sanctum sanctorum, my letter through the fire,

My letter from me...

Void's there in place of wings,

Third eye's near the tail;

Behind the wall of ice,

Behind the backs of grass and trees;

Bring me the colours

So I would know like I know today

Those voices of birds of paradise

And those eyes of maidens of paradise;

Oh, fly, pilot, fly, fly high and deep;

Fly above the dark water, fly above that side of the day;

Oh, bring, pilot, bring, bring my letter,

My letter from the sanctum sanctorum, my letter through the fire,

My letter from the family and friends;

Oh, fly, pilot, fly, fly high and deep;

Fly above the dark water, fly above that side of the day;

Oh, bring, pilot, bring, bring my letter,

My letter from the sanctum sanctorum, my letter through the fire,

From me to me...