8 of them - 2 of us. The deal prior to battle
Not ours, but we’ll play anyhow
Sergei! Hold on, doesn’t look very bright
But we’ll have the trumps evened out.

This heavenly quadrant I will not abandon
Those numbers do not concern me
On this day my friend has my rear defended
That evens the chances for me

There is one on my tail, but now he is smoking
His engines begin wailing
They don’t even need crosses on graves
They’ll shed them right from their wings

I’m "First", I’m "First", below you they hover
My course set to intercept
Put out your flame in the clouds, I’ll cover
In battle no miracles left

Sergei! You’re burning! But still there is hope
Time to test the eject
But No! It’s too late - and another is flying towards
Goodbye! I’ll receive him direct.

I know - our brothers will even the score
Ascending on clouds we slide
Like planes our souls will take off from the earth
Cause only together they fly

Archangel will tell us that heaven is crowded
But right when they close the gate
We’ll ask God to have us enlisted and routed
To some angelic brigade

And then I will ask God, Ghost and Son
To have my will carried out
Let my friend remain my eternal guardian
Like in this last battle of ours

For wings and for arrows we’ll go to God
They must need an angel ace
But if they have too many fighters among them
Protectors we’ll be in that case

Protecting - a business deserving our praise
To carry fortune on your wing
That’s how in life we had been with Sergei
In air and after landing.