Feral stars transfixes clouds
All of things imagines really
Seems much higher, stronger, prouder
Looks so right and feels so pleasant.
Journeys always – firs and birches
Sleepers, stations, other sleepers
But we were the flying creatures
I have heard it from wing-keepers
Angels here fells out of edges
Don’t dissolve, don’t fly away
Train departs from Earth to Heavens
There, on Seventh, I will wait.
Suddenly we’ll wake together
Teleport just will be reached
Rains, snowstorms and all bad weathers
Will replace warm sea and beaches
Day and night for us will mix up
Dress in white and go to air
Feel the flocks and try to fix all
Dreams of feral stars and flying
Angels here fells out of edges
Don’t dissolve, don’t fly away
Train departs from Earth to Heavens
There, on Seventh, I will wait.
Don’t be rash, hold on. It seems to
me, that our trip is over.
We have lost among the people
We, indeed, have lost each other
All wing-keepers quickly soured
“Time is cure” – affirms together
May be it will drug of our
Future even lives and ever.
Angels here fells out of edges
Don’t dissolve, don’t fly away
Train departs from Earth to Heavens
There, on Seventh, I will wait.
Just beneath of Heavens Eight.