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Eight of them - the two of us - the balance before the fight
Not ours, but we'll play!
Sergei, hold on! We do not shine with you,
But the cards have to look up to.

I have this heavenly square not leave -
I figure now is not important:
Today my friend protects my back ,
And that means - and the chances are equal.

I went to the tail & quot; Messer & quot ;, but he puffed ,
Hoarse howl screws -
They do not even have to cross on the grave -
And will go on the wings of the Cross!

I - & quot; first & quot ;, i - & quot; first & quot ;, - they are under thee !
I went out to intercept them !
Shoot down the flames go away into the clouds - I 'll cover !
In battle, there are no miracles .

Sergey , you burn ! Put your trust , man ,
Now on the reliability of the sling !
No, too late - and I went out & quot; Messer & quot; meet -
Goodbye, I'll take him on the forehead ! ..

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

Archangel will tell us : & quot; In Paradise will be tight ! & Quot;
But Gates - click, -
We ask God : & quot; Enter our other
In some angelic regiment ! & Quot;

And I ask God , the Spirit and the Son -
To carry out the will of my :
Let my friend forever protects my back ,
As in the last fight !

We wings and arrows ask of God, -
After all, they need an angel ace -
And if they have a lot of fighters -
Let us take a keepers !

Store - the matter of honor , too -
Good luck to bear on the wing
Thus , as in life, we have been with Sergei ,
And in the air and on the ground.