Wednesday, July 20, 2022

What If...NATO Hit Moscow with Phantoms

Moscow Russia had bomb siren drill the other day. How fitting if a squadron of 21th century upgraded Phantom -4Es lay sonic bomb over the city, shoot down the sheetmetal MiGs and SUs.

This song comes to mind, a rewrite of the old Luftwaffe Bomben Auf Engeland, the lyrics down below.

We buzz the hills, we reach the space,
Where eagles don't get to fly.
We pierce the clouds,
We brave the Sun
We have our lunch in the sky.

(Refrain)


Load the bombs, load the bombs, 

Get those missiles flying 

Load the bombs, load the bombs,

Let's get that Ivan running,

Load the bombs, load the bombs,

Afterburner on! 

Run them down, out of town,

Phantoms over Moscow.


(Extra to the first refrain):

Hear the radio say, Burn Kremlin down!

See the missiles rain on the town!

Bombs and rockets,

Phantoms over Moscow!


Russian wenches are crying 

It was a nasty dogfight

We bombed the tanks

We zapped the skanks 

All 'fore the day's early light.

REFRAIN 

Phantoms over Moscow!


From White to Black Sea we roam

We bust railroads and trucks 

In Siberia we shot Ivan 

Tomorrow it's Iran

We don't do this for bucks!

REFRAIN 

Phantoms over Moscow!


Our mighty jets shot down commies 

In Middle East and Vietnam

We got no heart 

We hit them hard 

We're back again for Grand Slam!


REFRAIN


The Lufwaffe song, TRANSLATED:

We feel in the depths and heights1

The eagle's bold fortune!

We climb up to the gates

Of the sun,

We leave the Earth behind.

 

Comrade! Comrade!

The girls have to wait!

Comrade! Comrade!

The order is given, we start!

Comrade! Comrade!

The order is known:

Reach the enemy! Reach the enemy!

Bombs on England!

 

Do you hear the engines singing:

Reach the enemy!

Do you hear it ringing in their ears:

Reach the enemy!

Bombs! Bombs!

Bombs on England!

 

We're facing the British lion

For the final decisive blow.

We give our judgement.

A world empire is collapsing.

This will be our proudest day!

Comrade! Comrade! The girls...

 

We fly to the Vistula and Warthe

We fly in Polish land

We hit it hard

The enemy army

With lightning and bombs and fire

Comrade! Comrade! The girls...

 

So became the new weapons

Baptized and consecrated in fire.

From the Rhine to the sea

The flying army,

So we're ready for action.


The German lyrics:

Wir fühlen in Horsten und Höhen1

Des Adlers verwegenes Glück!

Wir steigen zum Tor

Der Sonne empor,

Wir lassen die Erde zurück.

 

Kamerad! Kamerad!

Alle Mädels müssen warten!

Kamerad! Kamerad!

Der Befehl ist da, wir starten!

Kamerad! Kamerad!

Die Losung ist bekannt:

Ran an den Feind! Ran an den Feind!

Bomben auf Engelland!

 

Hört ihr die Motoren singen:

Ran an den Feind!

Hört ihr's in den Ohren klingen:

Ran an den Feind!

Bomben! Bomben!

Bomben auf Engelland!

 

Wir stellen den britischen Löwen

Zum letzten entscheidenden Schlag.

Wir halten Gericht.

Ein Weltreich zerbricht.

Das wird unser stolzester Tag!

Kamerad! Kamerad! Alle Mädels . . . .

 

Wir fliegen zur Weichsel und Warthe

Wir fliegen ins polnische Land

Wir trafen es schwer

Das feindliche Heer

Mit Blitzen und Bomben und Brand

Kamerad! Kamerad! Alle Mädels . . . .

 

So wurde die jüngste der Waffen

Im Feuer getauft und geweiht.

Vom Rhein bis zum Meer,

Das fliegende Heer,

So steh'n wir zum Einsatz bereit.


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