quote:

We sit in the bar at a late hour
And suddenly an order arrives from the boss
Run to your machines, your journey is long,
fly, lads, to the east!

Fly, lads, to the east,
to bomb a Soviet town.
Under the wing you will find sixteen "tonn"
Courtesy of the Pentagon!

A beauty flies above the ocean
at seven kilometres of altitude
Sixteen tons of dangerous cargo
And we fly to bomb the Union!

[something I can't make out]
On the horizon appears a Russian ace
His radar aquires us!

The first missile hit the radio
All gauges are suddenly at zero!
The second hit the toilet
The navigator was inside, now he is no more!

The third missile made us kaput
and took out the co-pilot!
The fourth missile messed up the wing
the Devil carried off the radioman.

A beauty flies above the ocean
at two metres of altitude.
Sixteen tons of dangerous cargo
And we fly to feed the jellyfish!

We sit in the bar at a late hour
in the transmission [something]
Thus inglouriously perished all!