Crimson Sky v2 Music Video Eng Sub/русские субтитры

A folk-inspired ballad echoing the story of a young pilot torn from Oklahoma skies into the heart of distant wars. Set against scenes from Area 88 episode “Fire Ball – Contrails of Destiny,” this song follows the haunting journey from conscript to mercenary, driven by duty, regret, and fading memories of home.

Through gentle piano, banjo, accordion, and fiddle, the lyrics tell of innocence lost, battles fought in foreign lands, and the struggle to belong after returning from war. Inspired by Vietnam veterans and mercenary pilots, this video honors those whose scars remain unseen—and whose hearts still long for home.

[Verse 1 - Gentle Piano]
Oklahoma skies, clear and blue
Just a boy with nothing to prove
Then a letter came one autumn day
Said my country needed me far away
Conscription came like a sudden storm
Tore me from everything I'd known

[Chorus - Banjo + Fiddle]
And I flew through crimson skies
With thunder in my veins
Left innocence behind
As I watched the world in flames
Oklahoma feels like a distant dream
Nothing's ever what it seems

[Verse 2 - Accordion + Soft Brushes]
Helicopter blades cut through jungle air
Death below and fear everywhere
Every night I'd close my eyes
And see those Oklahoma skies
Fighting someone else's war
Couldn't tell what I was fighting for

[Bridge - Stripped Back]
Then they said we could go home
But home wasn't home anymore
In their eyes I saw the blame
For a war I never chose to wage

[Verse 3 - Accordion + Fiddle]
Now I'm flying for whoever pays
A mercenary in these modern days
Sending money back to those I love
The only gift they'll accept from me
'Cause I returned a stranger to my land
With blood they couldn't understand

[Chorus - Accordion + Banjo + Choir]
And I fly through crimson skies
With thunder in my veins
Left innocence behind
As I watched the world in flames
Oklahoma feels like a distant dream
Nothing's ever what it seems

[Outro - Accordion + Acoustic Guitar]
Someday I'll find my peace again
Under innocent Oklahoma skies
But until then, I'll ride these crimson winds
A pilot without a home
A soldier without a war
Dreaming of Oklahoma once more

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