Praskovia Mikhailovna
He’s never been up this high
Stars fill the bright black sky
A Soviet pilot’s [?] solo flight
Sun shining in the dark
While back in Filevsky Park
His wife and his little boy feed meadow larks
Young Ivan Koroloev
Stares at the stars above
And down at the little world
With the ones he loves
He’s never been up this high
Stars fill the bright, black sky
A Soviet pilot’s [?] solo flight
Praskovia Mikhailovna
Praskovia Mikhailovna
Praskovia Mikhailovna
Praskovia Mikhailovna
