The kite

Михаил Францман
And through this reddish night
I feel I'm burnt alive
With all my dreams
Which disappeared now,
And then I see a kite,
It's higher in the sky,
It's flying down, down, down, down…

Thus you are not to blame each other anymore -
The only thing is ash we've left behind.
The kite is sliding slowly but can soar
When it's above the life that was declined.

Before the face of death
We have an equal right
It couldn't be belied
Nor would be failed,
The ground's filled with kites,
It's filled with hopeless kites,
They can't be longer in the fiery air.

2016