Silly moth
Was burning down in the candle flame
A hot coal
Smoke rings
A little star fell into a puddle by the porch
The squadron didn't notice they had lost a fighter[*]
The dead one didn't rise
The sick one didn't die
The sighted one wasn't blinded
The sleeping one didn't wake up
Merrily did the brave hearts beat
The squadron didn't notice they had lost a fighter
There was nothing dearer
There was nothing more beautiful
There was nothing more hurtful
There was nothing happier
There was no beginning, there was no end
The squadron didn't notice they had lost a fighter
[*]A guote from the poem "Grenada" by Russian/Soviet poet Mikhail Svetlov