Текст песни Владислав Крапивин - Ведь я ничуть не боюсь высоты

Over herbs
                     which
Shakes the wind gentle,
Over porridge and daisies
The cheerful thunder is growing.
Wakes up at dawn
Under the wings swinging
Our little
                          training
                                          city ​​airfield.
 
No signal yet
From strict dispatcher,
While the pilots are hiding
From the sun under the wing,
The boy in the blue T-shirt,
The attendant unnoticed,
Standing in the grass, not moving,
And with a look
                   asks
                              he...
 
- Comrade pilot!
                              Well, what do you think?
I have been waiting for three weeks ...
It's very, very simple
For you, for the pilots, the case.
I really need to rise to the sky -
I want to be a pilot too,
And in the sky never, never was ...
Take
               make a miracle!
 
I don’t go to the taiga,
                                                 not at the pole
Not in hot countries distant.
I just fly over the field for a minute ...
Take it!
               I am very light!
 
After all, I'm not afraid of heights
I jumped twice from the roof! ..
 
Jerked to pieces
                              air
                                         screws
The grass and bushes pressed against the wind:
The car with the boy rushed -
                                                           higher and higher!
Above!
          Above!
                     Above...