Hold on to the end, May God help us!

A thunderstorm front
is approaching!
The dispatcher
is screaming
on the ground .
There is a thunderstorm front -
screams from
the ground
can be heard
in the headphones.
There is a
 thunderstorm front,
And the sky darkened,
became the same color
Like the dark blue waters
of the North Sea.
A thunderstorm
front is approaching!
Turn around!
You're too little Cessna
For rigid elements.

There is a
thunderstorm front,
but the Cessna
is flying through
the clouds,
The clouds are bluer
than the sea.
And I don't
understand anymore,
Where is the sky,
 where is the sea.
The dispatcher is
 hoarse and shouts:
"Turn the Cessna around!
You're small,
 you can't do this!
There is a thunderstorm
front ahead."
And the Cessna is
already inside
 all the events.
Inside a whole
 Thunderstorm,
Both the sky and the sea
Merged together.
And there is no way.

But the Cessna is flying,
Continues his way at random,
May God help us,
Like this Cessna,
And find the window
Among the storm clouds.
Hold on to the end,
May God help us!
 
After all,
 it happened that when
your mother opened
your diary as a child,
 when she saw a negative
 mark in red ink,
 she shouted, scolded,
 taught: "Fix it!
Be better, I believe in you!
 May God help you!"
Now the wings
of the Cessna
are flashing a red stripe
 along the ocean,
 among the storm clouds.
 But you repeat:
 "I can handle it!
I will improve!
God help me!
 And next time I'll be
 smarter and
won't make mistakes.
God help me!"
 And a stroke
of red ink among
 God's pages...

Hold on to the end,
 May God help us!