Перевод песни Stand to your glasses — Oscar Brand

A poor aviator lay dying
At the end of a bright summer's day
And his comrades were gathered around him
To carry his fragments away

He spit out a valve and a gasket
And he stirred in the sump where he lay
And to the sad comrades around him
The sorrowful words he did say

"Take the manifold out of my larynx,
Take the cylinders out of my brain,
Take the piston rods out of my kidneys,
And assemble the engine again."

I’ll be riding a cloud in the morning,
No wingmen beside me to cuss,
So take my Dog Tags to the colonel,
And send my regards to the Force!

Forgot by the land that bore us
Betrayed by the ones we held dear
The good have all long gone before us
And all need and evil are here!

So stand to your glasses steady,
This world is a world full of lies.
Here's a toast to those dead already,
And here’s to the next man who dies