I’m "Yak" fighter jet, my motor is tolling,
Sky is my home and limit
But he who’s sitting inside of me
He recons that he is the fighter

A Junker I zapped on my last sortie -
I treated him like a toy;
But he whos sitting inside of me
He’s really got me annoyed.

In yesterday fight, I was shot right through
Mechanic just patched me up
But he who is sitting inside of me
Sends me again in tailspin

To aerodromes the bombers bring
Death with their shelling;
But all you hear is bomb fins singing:
"Peace be in your dwelling."

A "Messer" pursues me! I’m going to flee -
So tired of wounds I am!
But he who’s sitting inside of me -
I see he’s decided to ram!

What is he doing?! Were going to explode...
Hell no! on the sand I won’t burn!
With systems and gears in overload
From a dive I manage a turn!

Im leading, but where’s my supporting jet?
What went wong, theres no telling;
He burst into smoke, bowed and started to sing:
"Peace be in your dwelling!"

And he whos sitting here inside my skull
Is left alone in the soup;
He tricked me, confused me by making me plunge
Straight after looping the loop

He jerks the controlls, and doubles the load,
On this ace I won’t stake a dime!
I now obey him in my ususal mode
But this is the very last time!

I swear, no longer I’ll bow to his will,
I better will lie on the ground!
Does not he hear my pulse off the charts -
My blood, my petrol, has run out!

An aeroplanes patience can be sorely tried
And his times already been;
But he who was sitting right here inside
Slumped head-first against my windscreen

Hes dead! At last, with no burden I’ll soar;
Ill burn the last of my force.
But whats this, what? I’m in free-falling dive
And theres no way I can change the course!

It’s a shame that my freedom so little should bring
Let another one try excelling
At least in the end I had my chance to sing:
"Peace be in your dwelling!"