Бывает такая..совсем безнадежная любовь. Например, любовь к небу, ветру, полетам. Если нам всем действительно суждено переродиться, позвольте мне стать птицей...текст Learning to Fly
Into the distanse, ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a wind swept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction holding me fast, how
Can i escape this irresistable grasp?
Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky
Tongue-tied & twisted just an eath-bound misfit, I
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings. i thought i thought of everything
No navigator to fight my way home
Unladened. empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied & twisted just an eath-bound misfit, I
Above the planet on a wing ang a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds i see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the
Night.
There's no sensation to compare with this,
Suspended animation, a state of bliss
Can't keep my mind from the circling sky
Tongue-tied & twisted just an eath-bound misfit, I
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мои миры,
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навязчивое,
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