I Don T Want To Become A Stall! Poem by Liza Sud

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!