I am running on the scorched earth
Slamming down the helmet underway
My "Phantom" as a white spread-eagled arrow
With the roar is climbing up
This blue distance is such peaceful
Even sorry to disturb.
What's a pity you don't see it,
My way is far and ain't ease
My F4 keeps rushing to the East
I'm making left turn
I'm rather an avenger than a pilot
Bending down to aim the weapon
Two missiles are heading to destination.
Making on another round.
I spot a line of white smoke in the sky
My F-4 starts losing altitude
To save life, I got ejected,
Straps got strained
My heart hangs low
And I'm breaking into a spin.
As soon I landed, right away
Wild yell came out of the bushes
Yellow-face Charlies are squealing there like squirrels
I fell down to the ground and froze.
Walking on the damned ground again
With no helmet on my head
Solders poke me in the ribs
By their guns from behind
My life got on the edge.
"Who was the pilot knocked me out?"
I asked one of VCs.
Charlie interrogated me answered:
"He was our pilot Lee Si Tsyn"
You are lying with no use
I clearly heard a transmission:
"Kolya, go! And I will strike 'em!"
"Vanya, hit 'em! I will cover!"
Russian ace Ivan shot down my plane.
Far away in my dear Texas
Mom and Dad wait for me to come home.
But my "Phantom" like a falling star
Crossed the fair blue sky.
I will never never see you again.