8 of them - 2 of us. The deal prior to battle Not ours, but we値l play anyhow Sergei! Hold on, doesn稚 look very bright But we値l have the trumps evened out. This heavenly quadrant I will not abandon Those numbers do not concern me On this day my friend has my rear defended That evens the chances for me There is one on my tail, but now he is smoking His engines begin wailing They don稚 even need crosses on graves They値l shed them right from their wings I知 "First", I知 "First", below you they hover My course set to intercept Put out your flame in the clouds, I値l cover In battle no miracles left Sergei! You池e burning! But still there is hope Time to test the eject But No! It痴 too late - and another is flying towards Goodbye! I値l receive him direct. I know - our brothers will even the score Ascending on clouds we slide Like planes our souls will take off from the earth Cause only together they fly Archangel will tell us that heaven is crowded But right when they close the gate We値l ask God to have us enlisted and routed To some angelic brigade And then I will ask God, Ghost and Son To have my will carried out Let my friend remain my eternal guardian Like in this last battle of ours For wings and for arrows we値l go to God They must need an angel ace But if they have too many fighters among them Protectors we値l be in that case Protecting - a business deserving our praise To carry fortune on your wing That痴 how in life we had been with Sergei In air and after landing.
Alex Lvovsky. Translation, ?