Закрыты скобы до упора, Ремень защёлкнут на конце....

The brackets are closed all the way,

The belt snapped onto the end.

And here at the "mill" I again

Involuntarily I tear the ligaments to myself ...


... towards the violent winds

I am treating, arms wide open ...

Heaven and earth flicker

And he drives his ears with a whistle echoing ...


... coup, pitching, somersault

And the heart asks outside ...

And with it - a crazy cry:

It was as if he had given his soul to God ...


... I will close my eyes for a moment

Flight can not convey ...

All doubts remained in the past -

I want to fly again, fly ...