F-4 Phantom

I'm running on scorched earth Slam my pressurized helmet down on the go My F-4 is a white arrow With flattened out wings Climbing skyward with a roar I see the world turn into blue It's a pity to disturb it A pity that you can't see it My flight path is long and dangerous As my F-4 is speeding towards the East I'm making a left turn I've become the reaper, not a pilot Bending down over the sights And the rockets dash towards the target I'm breaking away for another go-around I see a white line in the sky My F-4 is losing altitude fast The ejection seat is gonna save me And the straps are tightening My heart's bumping and I'm diving into a tailspin I just landed and at the same moment A wild howling came from the bushes Yellow-faced Vietnamese Chirping in the bushes like rabbits I fell to the ground and lay still Again I walk over this cursed earth This time with no mask on my face Behind me a gun barrel That the soldiers poked me in the back And my life is hanging by a thread "Who's that pilot that shot me down?" I asked one of the Vietcong Then answered me fiendishly The guy that led the interrogation: "Well, you got shot down by Li Si Tsin" You Vietcong are lieing to me in vain On the intercom I could clearly hear "Go for it Kolya, I'll have your back" "Vanya, attack and I'll cover you" The russian Ace Ivan must have got me