Dear, dear, beloved-I'm sorry!
My soul had huge wings
And she was able to accommodate you all
And gently and gently Pat on the head
Your soul could not contain me completely
And gently and gently Pat on the head
Your soul had its wings cut off
And all she could do was walk next to mine
Join hands
I don't know who clipped your wings or when
Or are they by the nature of your species and kind
Like an ostrich: they don't let you fly,
Feel your freedom and the boundless expanse of the sky
And you have to spend your whole life betting on strong legs
Who run on the ground: strengthen and develop muscles
Football is a great way, by the way
I'm sorry – I haven't had the stamina to exercise since I was a child
And I can run fast and well only for short distances
"I'd like to go to heaven! And into the open! And I love freedom! And joy!»
as an illustration, used the work of & nbsp; Suzeva Natalia / I would in the sky