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Полина Кочина
We're trapped in the eternal winter,
The snow is whirling in a storm.
The world is white outside the window,
But in my mind I'm far from home.

So far away! I'll try to tell you…
I wish I climbed the highest cliff
And stood there, gazing at the valley
In disbelief…

I wish I went to desert islands!
I wish that I could parachute!
Or maybe wandered in the highlands,
Or walked barefoot!

Or crossed the jungle! Yes, I see it…
You'll call me reckless or insane.
But to a dream there is no limit,
And don't you ever feel the same?

O, would you give your time, and patience,
And all the force you've got inside
For just a couple of adventures?

Or would you back away and hide?

Then don't you say the world is hollow,
Don't blame your melancholy days.
What's life? Depends on what you call it - 
A cave or an enchanted maze…