M.Matusovsky, The Pilot Never Can Stop Flying - Transl. (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

Again with dawn the sun has lit
The wing of airplane, anew.
And pardon me, that I don't live
On earth for long to meet with you.

R: Again it's time to say goodbye, and
Again the sky is calling us.
The earth for sure can't stop rotating,
The pilot never can stop flying, thus.

The motor brave with all his power
Is singing in transparent air.
Of course, it's not 'the caravella',
But, generally, also the plane.

The roofs of town flash under the wings wide,
And villages are greeting me in turn.
In those hours I'm conscious about,
That I'm united with the whole earth.

For what the pilot loves the highest heaven?
Because of dream, united with reality.
You can take all of me, my dear,
But wings, my love, please leave to me.

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The popular Soviet song