Barón Rojo

To the canary a big wardrobe
A vase to the champion tulip
It's the prize you're going to take
Those girls are chains
But how delicious they are
The prisoner's ball was the blackperry

During the day you gather crumbs
Regulating you have the engine
And at night you turn on the turbines
And no one stops you today you see
Neither the cloud nor that biplane
There's no lift in the void
The handkerchief flies horizontally
And the night falls once again
Without instruments, without destination
Richthofen would fly like this
The Baron would fly like this
Richthofen would fly like this, ahh!

Some leave, some don't return
Some just wait for another mission
And add the mark to the fuselage
And no one stops you today you see
Neither the cloud nor that biplane
There's no lift in the void
The handkerchief flies horizontally
The trigger burns once again
Diving towards the target

Richthofen would fly like this
The Baron would fly like this
Richthofen would fly like this, ahh
Píñeyro would fly like this
The man would fly like this
He would fly like this, Píñeyro, ahh

Richthofen would fly like this
The Baron would fly like this
Don Newbery would fly like this, ahh
Piccione would fly like this
Dumont would fly like this
Hans Freitz would fly like this, ahh