Dedicated to my tranquilly deceased grand-father...
Music - Julius Hite
words - Paul Herman
We all were born to make a fable come true,
To overcome the space and open space,
And comrade Stalin gave us steely hand-wings,
And instead of heart he gave us flame engine.
Chorus:
So higher and higher, and higher
We send our birds in the flights
And in the each propeller breathing
Lies the tranquility of our lines
Throwing up his obedient device
Or doing just until unseen flight
As the airfleet grows, we're recognizing,
Our world's first proletarian fleet!
chorus
Higher and higher, and higher
We send our birds in the flights
And in each propeller breathing
Lies the tranquility of our lines
So our sharp eyes just pierce within each atom,
Our every nerve with determination dressed;
And you can trust us, each with an ultimatum
With our Airfleet will be stoutly answered.
chorus
So higher and higher, and higher
We send our birds in the flights
And in each propeller breathing
Lies the tranquility of our lines
1931