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Here’s quiet from now on.
No living thing was found.

Our bodies — all that now remain, are rotting on the ground.

Just wait and see the lands on fire
It smoked so much — the sun is lost.
We need to win just once to end this pyre
To win just once. And we will win at any cost.
To win just once. And we will win at any cost.

Though each of us will die there
We’re still not turning back
No second thought, we move a lot somewhere
The squadron number seven, my old pack
The squadron number seven, my old pack

The moment battle ends, we get the new commands
And mail clerks will have to search for us among these lands.

Red racket takes off flying higher
The sound of guns is heard the most
We need to win just once to end this pyre
To win just once. And we will win at any cost.
To win just once. And we will win at any cost.

Though each of us will die there
We’re still not turning back
No second thought, we move a lot somewhere
The squadron number seven, my old pack
The squadron number seven, my old pack

We started at Oryol and Kursk and after all
We reached the enemy at last. And we are standing tall.

One day I’ll feel like I’m a lier
When I’ll recall how much I’ve lost…
We need to win just once to end this pyre
To win just once. And we will win at any cost.
To win just once. And we will win at any cost.