On the swings in the foliage I soar to the sky
Wind has blown evening freshness, lime trees sweetly blow.
I can’t wait to discover the aim of my life,
And what for tender light from my soul gently flows.
I forget about age, childhood runs in my veins,
All ideas are real, when they come to kids’ mind.
Like a wingless earth angel, I look at the plain,
As the first streaks of faith rise above in the skyline!
I am dreaming for people who can not believe.
They grew up very fast, blind with doubts and distrust.
On the swings I am flying to emerald leaves,
And my love speaks in poems with every heart thrust.
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On the swings in the foliage I soar to the sky
Wind has blown evening freshness, lime trees sweetly blow.
I can’t wait to discover the aim of my life,
And what for tender light from my soul gently flows.
I forget about age, childhood runs in my veins,
All ideas are real, when they come to kids’ mind.
Like a wingless earth angel, I look at the plain,
As the first streaks of faith rise above in the skyline!
I am dreaming for people who can not believe.
They grew up very fast, blind with doubts and distrust.
On the swings I am flying to emerald leaves,
And my love speaks in poems with every heart thrust.