Swing
Is this true, or I do not dream?
You say, and I swam ...
As everything has changed rapidly -
Gloomy January tued fabulous May.
I'm on the huge swing swing:
Falling down and taking off into the sky.
Everything's dream, all as desired,
As if in a dream - a bright, crazy, magical.
You're saying, but I though numb ...
World, do you become perfect?
The sky is getting closer ... In the terrible confusion
Think about the upcoming fall.
Ladders silence, disturbing characters,
Fingers, broken into the bloodstream, iron doors,
How absurd, futile effort -
They were opened - I find it hard to believe ...
Over the singing of birds, over the sound of trams
I slowly to the blue sky take off.
The Haunted Bridge in the sky between us.
Stars in the sky crystal.
Giant waves. Storm. Tsunami.
World, do you become perfect?
I'm on the huge swing swing -
Falling down and taking off into the sky.
Believe you recklessly and blindly
Do not let me anymore, sky.
