Марш Сталинской авиации. Перевод

Dedicated to my tranquilly deceased grand-father...

Music - Julius Hite
words - Paul Herman
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We all were born to make a fable come true,
To overcome the space and open space,
And comrade Stalin gave us steely hand-wings,
And instead of heart he gave us flame engine.
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Chorus:
So higher and higher, and higher
We send our birds in the flights
And in the each propeller breathing
Lies the tranquility of our lines
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Throwing up his obedient device
Or doing just until unseen flight
As the airfleet grows, we're recognizing,
Our world's first proletarian fleet!
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chorus
Higher and higher, and higher
We send our birds in the flights
And in each propeller breathing
Lies the tranquility of our lines
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So our sharp eyes just pierce within each atom,
Our every nerve with determination dressed;
And you can trust us, each with an ultimatum
With our Airfleet will be stoutly answered.
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chorus
So higher and higher, and higher
We send our birds in the flights
And in each propeller breathing
Lies the tranquility of our lines
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1931