I'm getting off the ground.
Without running start, I just taking off.
Let's frolic, so be it,
Does the pilot understand what exactly is he piloting?
I am not a competitor to others
With the fuselage and tail.
And range is not my forte,
Does the pilot understand what exactly is he piloting?
Helicopter, helicopter, helicopter.
With spotlight-hand I'm undressing night-the-wench.
The great one and the ridiculous one, everyone wants to get on board,
Oh, damn!
I will give odds to any ship.
I'm melted plant1, someone's fame and honor,
Someone's death.
I'm the helicopter, helicopter, helicopter.
Between sky and earth there are no problems and no fuss,
There are no laws and judges. Does the pilot understand what exactly is he piloting?
Helicopter, helicopter, helicopter.
I'm melted plant, someone's fame and honor,
Someone's death.
Helicopter, helicopter, helicopter.
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