09.01.2022
March of Aviators
Aviator - winged ruler of a world without bordersMocks death, and laughs loudly in life's face
Shortens the way to heaven, doesn't care about expanse
The wind blows his worries from his forehead
How hard the engine works, how boldly the propeller cuts!
Huge trail has already disappeared in the clouds of the wildest dreams
not afraid of gloom nor fog
not afraid of the wind that blows
We are smarter than Icarus by thousands of years!
And if any of us
Die during one of the wild rides
Our square checkerboard will be redder,
our aircraft emblem
Full throttle again,
No matter that one of the stars falls down
When the whole squadron will goes to battle
Swing around, bold tailspin, howling of engine
and level off, with bright flowers bent
the circle of earth vanishes into the blue
five parts of the world are too tight
Fly up, our sign, words are not needed
winged key opens the door to fame , we have fortitude of an eagle
We are Poland's watchful guard the old Hussar division
the engine's voice will never be lost in the distance
hey, let's go!
And if any of us
Die during one of the wild rides
Our square checkerboard will be redder,
our aircraft emblem
Full throttle again,
No matter that one of the stars falls down
When the whole squadron goes to battle
Aviator - winged ruler of a world without borders
mocks death, and laughs loudly in life's face
shortens the way to heaven, doesn't care about expanse
the wind blows his worries from his forehead