Air Fighters

The sky is so bottomless, Deep blue – impossible to grasp. Your soul is so homeless In this space waiting for a blast You are flying high in your air machine, Something is trembling it's duralumin skin Death breathing. War within His mad head. Blood's on his hand You feel the danger approaching. Wake up – your enemy is here! Black cross is on the wings of the iron bird; Ace of spades — on the fuselage. Fight to the end while you're having the strength Though the enemy hawk is a son of the death. Don't look to the past, defender! The moment of fight is your glory. Will you win or lose independence? Grandchildren will retell this story! Black holes are in your memory. Tear chains to clear the signs. Runes are kept the bravery Who's not afraid to die. World's on the edge disappears. The stage Is in fire and smoke's like the leaden fog.