<HTML> <pre> 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 </re> </HTML>
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