Текст песни Авиамарш - Про евро и доллар

We were born to make a fairy tale come true,
Overcome space and open space,
We gave reason steel hand-wings
Instead of the heart - a flaming engine.

Still higher, higher and higher
We strive to flight of our birds,
And in each propeller is breathing
The tranquility of our borders.

Throwing up his apparatus obedient
Or creating an unprecedented flight,
We are conscious, as the air is growing fleet,
Our world's first proletarian fleet.

Still higher, higher and higher
We strive to flight of our birds,
And in each propeller is breathing
The tranquility of our borders.

Our sharp eyes pierces every atom,
Our every nerve determination dressed
And, believe us, just ultimatum1
The fleet will be able to give an answer!

Still higher, higher and higher
We strive to flight of our birds,
And in each propeller is breathing
The tranquility of our borders.