Текст песни Вера Матвеева - Крыло оторвалось у самолёта

Pilot
The wing broke away from the aircraft,
A plane is not on the ground - in flight.
And in his last flight
I went pilot.
His land forever waiting
And the plane, and the plane.

Silent motors, air only weeps
The fact that the pilot does not have good luck.
And he was helpless helm
With a smile, clasped,
And in the sky the way it lay
The last time - he knew it.

The car crashed into a hill screws.
It is not a bird, just a bunch of junk.
I burned down my plane,
And like in the flight.
But if it is not lucky,
That never lucky.

The charred corpse of grass close.
I was a pilot, I was not a hero.
I'm just the pilot, and always
I knew there was trouble.
But I no sky anywhere:
Or a trace in the sky, il no trace.

1971-1972