Pilot, pilot, here's a piece of paper for you, make an airplane out of it.
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Write on the wings the name and surname, day, month and year.
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Pilot, pilot, there are no points on the map where you have not been before
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And it's high time for you to get out of the tailspin, and immediately into the astral plane.
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Chorus:
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Here, here, here, here, an airplane is flying across the sky,
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Here, here, here, here, an airplane is flying across the sky,
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And the pilot, and what is the pilot, to the pilot the sky of the Motherland is like honey.
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Pilot, pilot, traveler of shells, how can one escape here.
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How many hours and minutes you have already wound on your memory.
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Pilot, pilot, give your wife a handkerchief so that her eyes don't get wet,
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You are all alone flying between the lines, and what can she say.
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Chorus:
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Here, here, here, here, an airplane is flying across the sky,
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Here, here, here, here, an airplane is flying across the sky,
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And the pilot, and what is the pilot, to the pilot the sky of the Motherland is like honey.
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Here, here, here, here, an airplane is flying across the sky,
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Here, here, here, here, an airplane is flying across the sky,
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And the pilot, and what is the pilot, to the pilot the sky of the Motherland is like honey. |