Man and  MiG-29 and nothing there in between
The fulcrum flys  with the Ghost from Kyiv
The sky and a plane, this man commands his domain
The western Tankie and all the way to a Nalvany "in"Russia
Death from above, you're under fire
Stained in vatnik tears, he's roaming higher
Born a Cossack, poet taken to the skies
That's where the legend will arise
And he's flying
Higher, than that NAFO guy
He's flying too fast and NAFO guys too high
Straight dropping Su-25s.
The legend will never die
Tongue so obscene, he is an insult machine
Russia invades,again, and the tide is turning
Fire at will, it is the thrill of the kill
All six day shot down with engines burning
Embrace the fame, Ghost of Kyiv
Call out his name: "the air avenger"
In the game to win, a gambler rolls the dice
Vatniks paid the price
And he's flying
Higher, than that NAFO guy 
He's flying too fast, and NAFO guys too high
Higher, vatniks will cry
The legend will never die
Higher
Higher, than that NAFO guy 
He's flying too fast, and NAFO guys too high
Higher, vatniks will cry 
The legend will never die
Higher
Born a Cossack, a poet, taken to the skies
And the legend never dies
And he's flying
And he's flying
And he's flying