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When you open your eyes
You see that world around you
Covered by the clouds.
When you take one more breath
You feel the smoke in lungs
And ashes in your mouth.
But you always wished
You could fly
High above those clouds.
You’ve never seen the sky and sun.

One more rainy day,
Dirty water’s falling from the sky.
Standing on the ledge,
Dreaming how’d be fine
If you could fly.
One step closer to your dream
You feel the blowing wind.
Last thing you saw
Was sky and light.

Now you’re just falling down
With the smile on your face.
You’ve never known
That you can’t fly without wings.

                4 февраля 2011