R.A.F. Squadron 311 (Arakain)

Cold air which tries to strike contours of bombers it's suiting now to feel breath of this night vibrating scared wings put on their shoulders part of an easiness for the next fight So here they are ready for nightflight who will be back whose will be the funeral bombs on the board they're passing highcloud afraid of flak so real and dangerous The worsed what can be now - enemy lighters front shooter cries so laud: "Aim within sight!" throw off your deadly load, keep the correct course escaping carefully, chased by the lights So here they are ... Still turning circles R.A.F. Sguadron 311 strangers lighting for human rights; Czechs and British all together they were willing to be sacrifised for peace and new world's rise Cold air which tries to strike ... So here they are ...