Beside a korean waterfall
One bright and sunny day
Beside a shattered bomber plane
A poor young pilot lay
His parashute hung from the tree
But he was not yet dead
And as they gathered around him
These were the words he sad.
"I'm going to that better land
Were motors always roar
Were eggnogg grows on eggplants
In quatermaster store
Were there are no interseptors
And no enemys around
There'll be apple pie
And rocking rye
And pilots go there when they die
In the army airforce heaven".
Pilot lay besyde the fall
While the medics clustered round
And he said it's such a lovely place
Thah's where I am bound
Crank shaft in his liver
And a sparkplag on his nose
He says "I flying fast, my friends,
Where every pilots goes.
I am going to that better land
Where the airman rides in style
Where the automatic pilot works
And we seat back and smile
There's a girl for every officer
A dozen for the crew,
There will be beds of hey
In the old bomb bay
And boys will shout "Bombs away!"
In the army air force heaven".
His breathe came fast, he couldn't last
With sadness they all eyed him
The medics wept, tears roll down
In pools float down beside him
The water rose, they reached his toes
He floated where he layith,
And as he drifted out of site
His comerads heard him saying.
"I'm going to that better land
Where flack don't never fly
Where bullets are all cotton
And shell are apple pie
Where the clouds are shampaine cocktails
And you drink them on the fly
And it's time to leave, don't you grieve
I'll be wearing wings on the leather sleeve in the army airforce heaven."
Песня американских летчиков.
Рукою шаря, словно нищий,
Прожектор нас в тумане ищет.
Мы к вашим временным жилищам
Спешим из тьмы.
И у последнего порога
Нам командир внушает строго,
Что в небе нет ни звезд, ни бога -
Есть только мы!
Припев:
И я мотор врубаю слепо,
И мне луна мигает слева,
Лечу без женщины и хлеба,
Невидим, невесом.
Сегодня смерть приходит с неба,
Сегодня смерть приходит с неба,
Сегодня смерть приходит с неба -
И мы её несём!
Земля под облаком абстрактна,
Уничтожать её не страшно,
Народ, внизу живущий, - враг наш, -
Читай приказ!
Переживать, ребята, полно, -
Берёзы снизу или пальмы,
Когда несёт им груз напалма
Один из нас.
Припев.
И ты не слушай, мальчик, маму,
Не вынуждай её к обману,
И ты не требуй с неба манну -
Там манны нет.
Бледнеют ангелы и черти,
Когда, доверенные смерти,
По небу весело мы чертим
Свой белый след.
Два варианта песни про танкистов.:)
The tanks were rattling like a thunder
The soldiers went to final fight
And here they carried young commander
With head all broken outright
His tank was hit with armor-piercer
So say good-bye to Guardian crew
Just four more corpses in the hillside
Will add to fair morning view
"Cause now the vehicle is a-burning
Wait for the shells to detonate
You wanna live to see this morning
But you"re too weak and it"s too late
So they"ll extract you from the remains
They"ll put your coffin on the clay
And fire & thunder from the mainguns
Will see you into your last way
For now the telegrames are flying
To tell the friends and relatives
That their good son is never coming
And never getting any leave
And there"s that photo on the bookshelf
Collecting dust for years on end -
In uniform, with shoulder-boards on...
And he will never be her man.
In unifo-orm, wI-EEEEEEth
shoul-der-bo-ards OOOOOOOn...
And he will never be her man.
They"ll bring up us from under fragments
The armours roared on the field,
The soldiers went in their last fight.
They seen as their young commander
Was killed in these action tight.
A gadget strikes in our armour
And farewell my native crew
Four corpses lying near machine
Completed full of morning view.
The armour burning, flame around,
This moment ammo will be blast,
We can"t go out on the ground,
We all must die, must die at last!
They"ll bring up us from under fragments,
Will lift on hands a skeleton,
We"ll scent the shots of armours cannons
When on last way we"ll go on.
Then flying out the deadly letters
Directly to my native nest:
Their son will back home henceforth never,
He"ll not arrive to take a rest.
Old mother crying in the corner
And daddy sweeping tears by hand...
Oh honey you will never know
How an armourist met his end.
There dusty picture will be only
Place on the wall of little room:
In uniform with shoulder-straps on,
For her, by now, he not a groom.
Копирайт кажется Олега ака Hoaxer, но точно не уверен.
И специально для
olesher. Кто не пират - тот не моряк.
На мачте реет черный флаг,
И скалит зубы омерзительная рожа.
Готов к атаке экипаж,
Пора идти на абордаж.
Пошли удачу нам в бою Веселый Роджер!
Нам королевский прокурор
Заочно вынес приговор,
Но в исполненье привести его не сможет.
И на галерах неспроста
Пусты вакантные места.
Пошли удачу нам в бою Веселый Роджер!
Когда звучит сигнал "Вперед!",
В бою никто не отстает.
Нам только жизнь свою продать бы подороже.
От нас была бы без ума
Вся королевская тюрьма.
Пошли удачу нам в бою Веселый Роджер!
P.S. Предупреждая возможные вопросы - ничего не курил, и даже не пил... почти:))