Blogger Bolfozol writes an ironic ode to the Tupolev airliner, which has featured in a number of recent crashes in Iran:
Oh! I could just die for you, Tupolev!
I take my hat off to your black box, Tupolev!
A big fan of your looks and appearance, Tupolev!
I adore your innocence and demure, Tupolev!
And your vibration noises, Tupolev!
All in all, I could just die for you, Tupolev!
I haven't seen a plane with such demure,
You leap into the air like a rooster,
Don't bother when Airbus ogles you,
They can't stand you, Russian beauty!
Your looks are killing us, Tupolev!
All in all, I could just die for you, Tupolev!
You take us sight-seeing when landing,
Sometimes into the mountains, sometimes the river.
All pray for our soul in the next three days,
The TV hosts recites poems for our soul.
Why do they mourn, why Tupolev?
All in all, I could just die for you, Tupolev!
You land on your head when you're moody,
Instead of the runway, neighborhoods you choose.
Or it is a village, on top of cattle,
And you make several magazine covers.
I follow up your leads and news headlines, Tupolev!
All in all, I could just die for you, Tupolev!
I pray to God not to ever separate us,
As when we are together is the only time I pray to God.
It's foolish to fly with you without any vow,
When landed safely, ought to fulfill all the vows.
I'd stay with you even if you go to the other world, Tupolev!
All in all, I could just die for you, Tupolev!
Oh! I could just die for you, Tupolev!
I take my hat off to your black box, Tupolev!
A big fan of your looks and appearance, Tupolev!
I adore your innocence and demure, Tupolev!
And your vibration noises, Tupolev!
All in all, I could just die for you, Tupolev!
I haven't seen a plane with such demure,
You leap into the air like a rooster,
Don't bother when Airbus ogles you,
They can't stand you, Russian beauty!
Your looks are killing us, Tupolev!
All in all, I could just die for you, Tupolev!
You take us sight-seeing when landing,
Sometimes into the mountains, sometimes the river.
All pray for our soul in the next three days,
The TV hosts recites poems for our soul.
Why do they mourn, why Tupolev?
All in all, I could just die for you, Tupolev!
You land on your head when you're moody,
Instead of the runway, neighborhoods you choose.
Or it is a village, on top of cattle,
And you make several magazine covers.
I follow up your leads and news headlines, Tupolev!
All in all, I could just die for you, Tupolev!
I pray to God not to ever separate us,
As when we are together is the only time I pray to God.
It's foolish to fly with you without any vow,
When landed safely, ought to fulfill all the vows.
I'd stay with you even if you go to the other world, Tupolev!
All in all, I could just die for you, Tupolev!
