They are like me.
Walk in the attractive clouds
Force for a moment
To hold one’s breathing.
They are like me:
At sight of needles – Fright.
May be we touch
The button of the sob.
Skyward only.
Till it becomes too painful.
Back down…
Second can last forever.
To fly.
Perhaps.
This will be our paradise.
Flying balloon
It hasn’t seemed carefree yet.
They are like me.
Dying they give happiness
we’re children
Although we think
That the world will not a mask.
They are like me.
People also breathe the life in them.
But breathe out so often do not allow.
Перевод: Юлия Бордунова http://vkontakte.ru/id84884300
Текст: Дарина Кондратьева http://vkontakte.ru/id81043368
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