Их восемь, нас – двое

Eight of them - the two of us . Alignment before the fight
Not ours, but we'll play !
Sergei ! Hold on, we do not shine with you,
But it is necessary to equate trumps .

I nabesny this square will not leave .
Me the numbers are not important -
Today my friend protects me back
And that means that the chances are equal.

I went into a tail " Messer " , but he puffed ,
Hoarsely howled screws .
They do not even need to cross on the grave ,
Descend and crosses on the wings !

- I - "First ," I - "First" - they are under thee ,
I went out to intercept them .
Shoot down the flames ! Get out into the clouds ! I 'll cover !
In combat, there are no miracles !

Sergey! You 're on fire ! Put your trust , man ,
Now the reliability of the sling !
No! Late - and I went to meet Messer .
Goodbye ! I'll take him on the forehead .

I know - others will drive them scores.
And the clouds gliding ,
Our spirits soar as two planes -
After all, they can not live without each other .

Archangel will tell us : " In paradise will tight! "
But Gates - click,
We ask God : " Enter our other
In some angelic regiment ! "

And I would ask God , the Spirit and the Son ,
To run my own will :
Let my friend forever protects me back
In this last fight .

We wings and arrows asked God ,
After all, they needed an angel ace ,
And if they have a lot of fighters ,
Let us write in keepers .

Store - the case of honor too,
Good luck to carry on the wing
Such as when we were living with Sergei ,
And in the air and on the ground.