ну все, я теперь весь такой гордый, весь такой в шляпе, и вообще прям Шекспир
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Charlie-Sierra
This is how you get ready for solo flight:
Sunrise'n'sunset. Engines are roaring hard,
radio silence's tearing all world apart -
everything's crystallised.
Listen, just make it right.
You may've screwed your holy entire life
through these inverse relations of speed & haste
this is your chance, now.
Don't you dare waste.
Starting the count, winch is released on five.
Four.
Pilot's ready, even the wing support,
Weight distribution normal, commencing.
Three.
Breath in the vibrance. Everything's getting trimmed
out of useless doubts and false accords.
Hey there, Control, it's Charlie-Sierra
(Two)
ready to launch.
Hey, Charlie-Sierra, clear.
North wind's approaching, claiming, and reaching near.
What could be there worth more dedicating to,
more sacrificing for?
Listen, you've learnt to fight.
Blades sing in motion, this is your time for fun,
all is in balance; count is over.
One.
Charlie-Sierra, ready for solo flight.