I’m a "Yak" interceptor,
My engine whines. The sky is my abode.
But the one who sits inside of me,
Thinks that he’s the interceptor.

I beat up a "Junkers" during the last battle,
I had my way with him.
But the one who sits inside of me,
Has been annoying me.

During the battle I was shot up,
And the mechanic corked me back up again,
But the one who sits inside of me,
Once again puts me into a corkscrew spin.

A bomb from a bomber carries
Death to the aerodrome,
But it seems that my stabilizer sings:
"Peace onto your house!"

Now a "Messerschmidt" comes after me.
I’m off - I’m weary from my wounds.
But the one who sits inside of me,
I see that he’s decided to ram!

What’s he doing, there’s going to be an explosion!
But I won’t burn up on the sands,
Red-lines and top-speeds are all overwhelmed,
I pull out and into a climb.

I’m in charge. But behind, oh that I don’t burn up!
Where is he, my leader?
Now he is starting to smoke, he nods and sings out:
"Peace onto you house!"

And the one who is inside my skull,
Is all alone.
He makes me dizzy as he puts me into a dive -
Straight out of a loop.

He vomits on himself, and it’s a double load.
Hey, me too flyer!
But now he’ll listen to me,
But it’s for the last time.

I won’t be obedient anymore, I swear,
It’s better to lay down on the ground.
Now what’s with him, he won’t listen as my pulse quickens,
Gasoline - my blood - is at zero.

A machine’s patience has a limit,
And his time has now run out.
But the one who sat inside of me,
Now has pushed his face against the glass.

He’s dead, I’m lucky, I fly more easy,
I burn up my last strength.
But what’s this?! Now I’m in a steep dive -
And I can’t pull out.

It’s annoying, that I succeeded only a bit,
But let another have some luck.
He leaves, and in parting I sang:
"Peace onto your house!"