Propellers cut blue morning sky
Wings cast a shadow on the ground
In high began new bloody fight
And iron birds in sand around
It's nothing new for war bloodshed
From traps without extremities
Who was in captivity - dead
His own country said:"off limits!"
You don't know many easy things
How cry steel birds under the fire
How make new tombs new sorrow hills
And what last people's desire
Nobody crying for killed pilots
And sky shed tears instead of the relatives
What you forget what you forgot
And what last your what's your foreign.
Propellers
© Copyright: Евгений Жукъ Гордеев, 2003
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