I don't want to become a stall!
I will sing - how shitty is all!
Will outline state of mind by the word
And I'll find the way out for my soul!
I can not, I can not stop to sing I
And I also can not stop to fly,
it's because I have scored such a height,
that to fold wings means simply - to die!
That's all. It has bgrougt me some ease,
And the forces have come to the breast -
Don't be sad, friends, the flight will go on!
By the song will awaken the world!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem