I'm running on scorched earth
Slam my pressurized helmet down on the go
My F-4 is a white arrow
With flattened out wings
Climbing skyward with a roar
I see the world turn into blue (1)
It's a pity to disturb it
A pity that you can't see it
My flight path is long and dangerous
As my F-4 is speeding towards the East
I'm making a left turn
I've become the reaper, not a pilot
Bending down over the sights
And the rockets dash towards the target
I'm breaking away for another go-around
I see a white line in the sky
My F-4 is losing altitude fast
The ejection seat is gonna save me
And the straps (2) are tightening
My heart's bumping (3) and I'm diving into a tailspin
I just landed and at the same moment
A wild howling came from the bushes
Yellow-faced Vietnamese
Chirping in the bushes like rabbits
I fell to the ground and lay still
Again I walk over this cursed earth
This time with no mask on my face
Behind me a gun barrel
That the soldiers poked me in the back
And my life is hanging by a thread
"Who's that pilot that shot me down?"
I asked one of the Vietcong
Then answered me fiendishly
The guy that led the interrogation:
"Well, you got shot down by Li Si Tsin" (4)
You Vietcong are lieing to me in vain
On the intercom I could clearly hear
"Go for it Kolya, I'll have your back" (5)
"Vanya, attack and I'll cover you" (6)
The russian Ace Ivan must have got me
(INTERLUDE)
Somewhere far away in my homestate Texas
Mum and Dad are waiting for me at home
My F-4 went down so quickly
On the clear blue sky
And I will never see them again