Each time I fly Moscow - Odessa, Again they don’t let the plane take off. But here comes the stewardess all in blue like a princess - Dependable, like the entire civilian air fleet. Over Murmansk - neither cumulous nor rain-clouds, And nonetheless you now fly to Ashkhabad. Kiev, Kharkov, Kishinev are all open, And Lvov is open, but I don’t need to go there! They told me: "Today don’t even hope - It’s not worth depending on the skies! And again they’re delaying the flight to Odessa: Now there’s ice on the runway. But to Leningrad - the rooves are dripping, - And why didn’t I fly to Leningrad?! To Tbilisi - there it’s all clear, there it’s warm, Tea grows there, but I don’t need to go there! I hear: the Rostovites are flying, But I need to go to Odessa immediately! But I have to go there, where they’ve been shut down for three days, And therefore they delay the flight. I need to go to where they swept up the drifts, Where tomorrow they expect snowfall!.. But anywhere where it’s all clear and bright - There it’s good, but I don’t need to go there! Here they’re not taking off, while there they’re not landing, Injustice - It’s sad - but here The stewardess in a bored voice tells us of the landing, She’s accessible, like the entire civilian air fleet. They opened up the farthest nook, To which rewards don’t beckon, The closed port of Vladivostok is open, Paris is open, but I don’t need to go there! We’ll take off, it’ll clear up - now they’re ending the flight bans! The liner is bucking, I hear the whine of the turbines... But I still don’t trust a thing - they won’t take me, Again they’ll find a bunch of reasons. I have to go to where there are blizzards and fog, Where tomorrow they’re expecting snowfall! They opened London, Delhi, Magadan - They opened everything, but I don’t need to go there! I was right, I can laugh or cry, again there’s a flight delay And they’re taking us back to the past Well-built, like a "Tupolev", that stewardess Miss Odessa, Resembles the entire civilian air fleet. Again a delay until 8 O’Clock - And the citizens obediently wander away... I’m annoyed, the devil take it, And I’ll fly to where they’ll take me!
© Peter Struwwel. Translation, ?