Believing in our happiness as in salvation,
Without saying a word to anyone,
We will fly with you to the spring rains,
Forever throwing away our anchors.
People will look after us admiringly,
Staying there-on the best of the planets.
But those who love fly high.
But there is no way for others to come here!
Having gone crazy from these long journeys,
Flying between the stars somewhere at random,
We will lose time and space.
And maybe we'll forget the way back.
The spring rain will fall on the roofs again...
it's a pity that it's always time for us to go home.
But we know the secret: the sky breathes happiness
At the very moment when we are there with you...
Flight
Marina Terentyeva
3 мар 2024
